Page 77 of Full Moon
Weakened shifts.
Inability to contact their shift.
Deformity.
Premature death.
Constant sickness.
Inability to reproduce.
Sensory loss.
The last note chills me to the bone—extremely toxic to prey species, causing instant death with even a minimal amount of blood.
I can't tear my eyes away from the screen. Feray has experienced several of these side effects. My hands tremble, the phone almost slipping from my grasp. I pass it wordlessly to Diaval, who freezes, his eyes widening as he reads. The room seems to shrink around us.
Slowly, he meets my gaze, then hands the phone to Easton. "Question the reproduction. She had her cycle. We need to know if, even though it came late in life..." His voice trails off as the bathroom door clicks open. The sound of the lock disengaging is loud in the stillness.
"Because it came, everything is alright," he says carefully, taking the phone back from Easton.
I nod, my mind racing as I fire off a question to the scientist.I have a test subject who had their cycle when they shouldn't have. Are they still able to bear young?The seconds stretch, each one heavier than the last. Finally, the reply comes through.
Yes, they can still bear young. A larger dose, maybe two, would be required to sterilize the subject.
Relief floods me. I exhale slowly, sharing the message with Diaval as Feray emerges from the bathroom with Torben, both of them laughing. Diaval slips my phone into his pocket at the sound of Feray's voice.
"Enjoy your shower?" he asks, his tone light and teasing.
