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