Luna’s Replacement
Can losing your mate affect you so drastically to the point you will betray those who see and treat you like their own family?
An invisible force rips me away. Morris stands up unharmed. On the other hand, I am crushed against a nearby tree and land ungracefully facedown on the short frosted grass. Judging by my sharp flank pain, I must have at least broken a few ribs, and the scratches all over my arms make me wish to have worn a long sleeve shirt instead of my dusk-pink tank top. Artemis was going insane because her adopted pup had gone missing, and truth to be told, so was I. So here I am in a tank top and grey sweatpants, which are dirty brown at this point, fighting a disarranged lunati