Julia’s POV
I dream of so many horrible things. I watch in horror as all around me the wolves I had known from Clear Lake pack are killed before my eyes. Then my mother comes to me, looking just as she had done in death after that last horrible attack on Clear lake. She limps along zombie like, looking pale, her mahogany hair matted with dried blood. Her clothes are torn. Her throat slashed open and dripping blood. I want to embrace her, but I am too afraid. Instead, I whimper in fear.
“Why do you work as a maid like a lowly omega, when you have been made Luna of Harvest moon? Why did you run away from your vows, your sworn duties, and even your mate?” My mother shakes her head in disappointment. “You should be ashamed! I raised you to be better than what you’ve become!”
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