I do not return to the same den I slept in last night.
Instead, I follow Impala to his den.
My new home.
With my new mate.
It is a mess inside.
"Impala," I say. "You're untidy."
He chuckles. "That is why I need a mate."
"If you think I am tidying up after you, you are sorely mistaken. Lunas do not tidy."
"You're not a luna anymore," he reminds me.
"Make yourself comfortable," he says. "I'm going hunting."
"And me? What will I do while you're out?"
He shrugs. "You could tidy
I am appalled. "You're a pig."
"you'll learn to love me, Oryx."
"That is not my name," I say. "I am Victoria."
"whatever you say, Oryx!"
He leaves the den.
I sit down in the corner.
I am angry. Angry at him.
I do not want to accept this.
We are opposites.
No matter how I look at it, we are opposites
