Ava’s POV
Earlier that day.
I was still in my room, my face buried in my hands, I still can't believe I slapped my mother and I didn't feel any remorse.
But to be honest it wasn't my fault, she was acting like a bitch who just walked out of a high school movie.
She had completely changed and I wonder if she actually came to the Luna's house to take care of me or to take over the pack.
Lady Eleanor's warning sounded in my head.
My stomach twisted in fear.
I didn't want to believe that my mother was the villain here, she was so kind and caring but now, she went as far as reminding me that I was an impure wolf, I was nothing.
I stared at my belly, my hand on it, the usual faint smile on a mother touching her bump was replaced by fear.
The child was far gone, if we had known earlier we might have killed the child.
Could we?
“Luna Ava,” a maid called walking in, a tray in her hands. “Tea from your mother,” she revealed, setting down the tray on the table.
I scoffed loudly, looking
