Chapter Fourteen

A bowl with a strange swirling liquid sat on a wooden table in front of Danica.  The liquid would apparently determine whether or not her blood held the line of the rogues in it.  At least that was what the Elder standing in front of her had said.

As Arlo had explained to her, they would need to make a small incision in the palm of her hand and allow her blood to intermingle with the liquid.  If it remained clear and unchanging then that meant her blood was clear.  However, if it turned black that meant she had rogue blood.

The thought of inflicting pain upon herself scared Danica, but she had no room for argument.

Looking to Mason who had returned to his human form for comfort Danica held out her hand to Arlo who had a dagger at the ready.

Searing pain shot through Danica's palm as the cool blade sliced her skin allowing her blood to flow freely into the bowl below.

Everyone watched intently as her blood turned into a red cyclo