The Moonstone Belongs to Another She-wolf
I was not a competent Luna.
Despite being marked for years, I never managed to bear an heir for Raymond Miller.
According to pack tradition, a Luna who could not continue the Alpha bloodline was expected to step down voluntarily, or at least permit other she-wolves to approach the Alpha.
But I stubbornly refused.
On his deathbed, he held my hand and let out a low, teasing laugh. "Your possessiveness is simply too fierce, Chloe. If there is a next life, I certainly won't choose you as my mate again."
I thought he was merely joking, so I deliberately snapped back, "Fine by me. Then I won't bond with you either."
Yet, when I opened my eyes again, I had actually returned to the exact day h