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.

"No! I want Mommy to catch me a Silver-Frost Rabbit!" Five-year-old Leo slammed his cup to the floor and screamed at me. "If you don't, you're a bad mommy!"

A Silver-Frost Rabbit. A rare creature that only appears deep in the forest at night.

As weak as I am now, hunting one would leave me with a fever for at least three days.

But the old me would have gone.

Because I loved this child, the only one Emory and I would ever have.

But now, I coolly set down my teacup. "I'm not going."

Leo froze.

"What did you say?" He stared at me in disbelief.

"I said, I'm not going," I repeated calmly. "And you don't have to intentionally make me sick anymore. I won't bother your father and Ophelia again."

A flicker of joy in his eyes sent a chill down my spine.

"Do you really mean it?" he asked, tilting his head with a child's innocence, as if studying a fascinating new toy.

"I do."

"Yay!" He laughed and ran off.

I knew exactly why he hated me so much.

It was because Emory's old flame, Ophelia, had the Lunar Blight—a terminal illness that slowly drains a werewolf of their life force.

And her only wish before she died was to have a mating ceremony with Emory, to become his Luna.

I refused.

I even offered to use my healing abilities to help Ophelia, to extend her life. But to Emory and Leo, I was still a selfish, vicious woman.

So for the past three months, Leo has done everything he can to torment me.

The first time, he fed me food laced with peanuts. The allergic reaction was so severe I was unconscious for three days, forcing me to miss his parent-teacher conference. Ophelia and Emory went in my place. When I woke up, he cried and said he didn't do it on purpose. I forgave him.

The second time, he "accidentally" ripped my ceremonial