The Unprepared Luna
She can’t leave us.
He pushes harder, running faster than he’s ever run before. When we get closer, he slows, hearing the sound of our mate, sobbing. I’ve never heard Malin cry like this. She’s always so upbeat, always so happy. She’s the sun breaking through the clouds on a dreary day, pushing all the shadows away. She shouldn’t be sobbing as if her heart is breaking.
Kaelen lets me shift back, even though he wants to comfort her as much as I do. I walk to her, scooping her off the ground. She jerks, looking up at me, her watery eyes already red-rimmed with her crying.