"When I realized I carry a true blood child, it was a happy moment." She thought of Damien, of the way his hands had trembled when he first heard.
"But then," she went on, "we quickly realized that a true blood in the womb of a werewolf with blood in her veins wasn't a great idea."
A murmur rippled across the chamber.
"My child got hooked on the blood," Luna continued. "And needed more. More than the legal limit allowed."
Richard folded his hands before him.
"So you sought Sage Veyron's help," he said, finishing her sentence for her.
"Actually, he offered," Luna said. "Said it was his sworn duty."
"Without the additional blood," she went on, forcing herself to meet Richard's gaze, "myself and the royal heir would die."
Several of the council members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, unsure of how to reconcile the laws they had sworn to uphold with the life of the queen and the unborn monarch who might one day rule over them all.
