Kimberly POV
I felt horrible about acting like a crybaby the other day. My mates tried to console me for hours, but there was no way they could stop me from getting so upset, so disappointed with myself. Their presence was calming but I could not help but overthink. It was my idea to drink the potion. It was not my intention for me to go against what the Moon Goddess wanted for us. I didn’t know and I was being punished for it.
There’s no other way to bear children now. How could I even join the offering during the purple dusk when I could not even shift?
We had dinner that night with my ‘in-laws’, Roland and Stacey, and tried to be myself. I put on make-up so they would not notice my puffy eyes. The dinner went well. We had a lively conversation about a few pack matters and their new h
