Who Stole My Pup?
I was seven moons pregnant when I dozed off after the Moon Blessing ceremony.
I woke to a flat belly. My pup was gone.
My mate smiled gently, saying I’d never been carrying. The Seers said I was there for a routine cleansing. Even my mother pleaded with me, blaming my desperation for a child for causing vivid hallucinations.
But the kicks had been real. I’d seen the tiny, curled form in the scrying basin myself.
Everyone united behind the same lie, until the moment I fell from a rooftop and died.
I opened my eyes, back at the day of the Blessing.
This time, I will not sleep. I will document everything: pictures, recordings, witnesses.
I will find out who stole my pup.