Your Luna’s Final Goodbye
I married Emory, my fated mate. But he never loved me.
His first love, Ophelia, was stricken with the Lunar Blight. Her dying wish, she said, was to have a mating ceremony with Emory, to become his Luna.
I refused.
From that day on, to Emory and our son Leo, I was nothing but a selfish, cruel woman.
Leo would intentionally feed me things I was allergic to. He’d pretend to get lost during the winter hunt, leaving me to search for him in a blizzard for a day and a night until I nearly died…
It was all to keep me from disturbing Emory and Ophelia.
So when he started crying and throwing a tantrum, demanding I go catch him a Silver-Frost Rabbit from the dangerous depths of the forest at night, I finally said no.
“You don’t have to keep making me sick anymore,” I told him. “I won’t bother your father and Ophelia again.”
Because I’m terminally ill. My wolf is fading. I’m going to die soon.