Rejected Luna: He wants me back
Dad chews his food while saying, “Eat, eat. You need stamina at this age. Or else how will you fight? You want to be a warrior, right?”
“Yes, sir.” Drake nods, his eyes flickering with determination.
“Then eat. You need protein—”
“Don’t talk while chewing,” Maria scolds him before leaving the room, and he narrows his eyes at her.
I look at Dad. “Dad, can celestial wolves lift curses?” I ask, exchanging a short glance with Dory.
Dad suddenly starts coughing, and I quickly hand him a glass of water. He gulps the drink before looking at me with a frown. “Why do you ask?”