SLUTTY Warrior Luna
I was just fifteen my wolf still a restless, half formed shadow.
I was running towards the stone fountain, my heart hammering against my ribs because I had heard the scream.
“Mum… mummm!” I screamed as I kept running at my best pace.
I kept hearing the gurgling, desperate sound of someone losing their fight for air.
I burst through the Willow branches and froze.
My mother Miranda,the rightful Luna, the woman who had birthed me, was pinned face down in the freezing water of the fountain. Her fingers clawed weakly at the stone lip, her silver hair floating like dead weeds.
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