His Rejected Warrior Luna
My appetite just wasn't there.
“Eat, you must,” Remy said softly but firmly and I took a bite.
“Looks like your mountain retreat will be postponed yet again,” my wolf whined and I gritted my teeth.
“Do you think they will have a funeral tomorrow,” I asked Henry, who had just come out of the kitchen.
Giving me a confused look she asked for who.
“Mom’s friend Hazel and the Beta’s mate,” Remy informed her.
Startled, she sighed and came to my side.