THE LUNA'S CAMP: CROWN OF THE FORGOTTEN MATE

ael'

crying, Raphael

s a pup that motherhood was one of the

ast eight years under their belt, Medea made regular guilt-free outings with her s

to sound in

ough to make this mother

was always qu

and she was qui

hout the night and most of the night his crib an

bout this but clippe

st at

She sprinted off the bed and rushed to his bed. She swooped up the three-

p to her and snatche

t's gotten

hen she

crying, Raphael

ruffled and he cried

, but you know he's only this cra

a sc

't be all skin and

with the weight o

ou don't know what you

ith one hand and she tugged her hand

h this in my own home? My own child constantly rejects me. When he was a

reme

hing passed throu

pha blood he would h

ouldn't s

until he

er her

dispose of Celestia's things, his tiny fingers pull

ding by my side whe

ants and stuffed his

subtle warmth and I got courageous and fished o

s flabbe

betr

y eyes as I pressed cold f

felt like I had aged downwards by about

y Luna and mate,

bed and cried until her e

his is what I get

over and

soled

sed

just a mother rather t

r clothes, but I guess it wasn

rs in the middle of the night, loud

arms for a bit longer and carefully placed h

un my hea

ht of

room and heading straight

at

, but her father and mother chose the side of our enemies during a

one to tend to h

ow resilient she was in the face of bullyin

otecting her from thos

n by self-righteous pack members I

n the living room wh

nd eyes that carried

ed me afterward as I wa

ipse promises to work hard, I can convince m

ught she was ki

rsonal maid, and I la

she found the abandoned attic and would go there at night and

id th

er so ma

uld stil

e world, abandoned by everyo

tincts told

tting next to her

he said; "Jaxon n

ward and sque

e his m

r, Raphael...hi

allo

r," I admitted, "if there i

igidly, "...people like h

window imaginin

tia still