Moonshadow: The Full Saga
she said.
She stood, letting the pups herd her toward the fire.
They settled at her feet, eyes wide, ears perked.
Adults edged closer too, some pretending not to listen, others openly eager.
She began.
“Once,” Luna said, voice carrying in the firelit circle, “there was a runt who thought the Moon had forgotten her…”
She told it all.
Not every gore-slick detail—this was for pups.
But the shape of it.
The rejection.
The rogue years.