The Celebrity Luna

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ons between the so-called rogues and th

hemselves in the wild where they could call their home, but the Lakewood pack w

for enslavement purposes, of which I was one. No adult rogue wolf escaped the Lakewood pack warriors’ cla

ittle, I was made to serve as a slave in

ng, and he even turned me into his official punching bag. Whenever he is addressing me, he would often say, every offspring of

e labeled me and others like me, villains, just because of my ancestral lineage. If he had his way, I know, he would have just killed me outrightly, bu

as a Lakewood pack citizen, any questionable, vile, and weighted act carried against you, would be tried, but in spit

ck members began to raise eyebrows, my wardrobe was patched a little. From time t

d myself mumbling that “the better days are coming”, and eve

ther or father was probably expelled from a pack? or is it my fault that they had unprotected sex, not thinking of how the pup they could bring forth

blaming the dead result to? As I grew older it became more glaring to me th

My eyes were getting heavy, and water began to form around my eyes, but I tried

stn’t leave the dining room. Matilda was a slow eater, I guess she often deliberately eat slowly, to make sure I wait on her for extra

nd utensils onto a tray. Usually, Jeremy’s plates and dishware were the first things I do pack. Jeremy w

a small quantity. Though on some occasions, the chef was compassionate enough to serve me large portions

atilda’s face, and she sneered, it seemed like she could read my mind. I finished stuffing the plates onto the

from the glass cup, but the moment I started to make my way toward t

Matilda, but she also paused and waved her ha

Matilda's character to let me have my way. Her face was unreadable, but it s

In a split second, she intentionally placed her leg on my way, consequently causing me to

“BANG!” they made a loud noise, upon land