Lavender Moon

Luna

“I know, I’m just waiting for her to finally find a pack and move out.” The words repeat in my head over and over again. How my mom doesn’t want me here anymore, about how she can’t wait till I’m mated and out of her hair.

It’s not like I want to be here either, but hearing your mother say how much she can’t wait for you to be out of her house? It sinks deep, and it hurts. Your mom is supposed to be your biggest cheerleader, not the person who judges you the most.

If she saw me now, she would be judging. Honestly, she would probably have a heart attack if she knew what I was doing.