The Alpha's Pity Luna
Her soft belly pressed against her legs as she curled inward, crying until her throat burned and her eyes felt raw.
He pities me. Everyone pities me. I’m nothing but a burden he’s forced to carry. The thoughts looped endlessly. My body is too much , too slow, how can someone like me ever be worthy of an Alpha?
While wiping her tear-streaked face with trembling fingers, her hand brushed against something odd half-buried near the tree line. A scrap of dark fabric, stiff with dried blood. She brought it closer, sniffing cautiously. The scent was wrong, bitter, metallic, carrying traces of unfamiliar wolves.