Chapter 9 - THE MOTHER’S FURYI raised the shotgun, but Mara stood up. She wasn't the broken woman from the hospital bed anymore. She looked possessed.

"You want the key?" Mara said, stepping in front of Wren. She pulled a small, jagged piece of glass from her pocket. "You’ll have to take it from my blood."
She slashed her own palm and held it out. The men stopped, mesmerized. "She’s a carrier too," the man whispered. "The mother has the dormant gene."