Rejected By My Mate, Crowned By The Moon
was unusu
t hoot of an owl stirred the air. The world felt like it was holding
begun to rise, pale and swollen, as if watching her. The elders had called this place the "Whispering Grou
asn't
ck. Scars lined the older woman's arms like battle decorations, and her golden
manded, her voice
imes, alone in secret corners of the woods, away from the stares and pitying
now if I can,"
aver. "You can. The q
-a flicker, a heat. Her wolf, restless but hidden.
her's tear-streaked face, the sting of rejection as her mate turned his back without
r throat before she re
me the
with a cry. Her hands clawed into the earth as fur sprouted along her arms. The world became sharper-
was no longer
Luna t
Stronger than she'
rprised howl that ech
ap or smile. Sh
," she
ng and being reborn. But with each repetition, it got a fraction easier. The pain became manageable. Th
g next to her. "You are the moon. But if you don't learn to
bs trembling but her
d. Then you'll begin night drills with the other youngb
omething strange-a flicker in the shadows, a scent ca
d quickly, "we'r
motion, she reached over her back and un
t muscular, draped in a black cloak stitched with the markings of the Moonclaw Tribe, the Ni
said, raising both ha
in front of Luna prote
slightly. "And I'm here beca
blood r