Luna of the Last Wolf Pack
As we sat down to eat, she backed away with my father and smiled at him, stroking his cheek.
“They could well be mates when they’ve grown,” said my father.
“Ew,” Mandy and I both said in unison, simultaneously repulsed by the thought. We had a fondness for each other, there was no doubt, but the feelings were on a far different plane than romantic love.
My mother patted my father’s chest as she leaned in. “Now, don’t go telling the Moon Goddess how to do her business,” she told him in a scolding tone. “The mate bond is sacred, and only the Goddess understands why She chooses the pairs.”
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