#Chapter5-01
"Goddess of the moon," I whispered as I forcefully shoved Lumen's head back against the pillow. "Watch over thy young and take them under your watchful eye. Keep them from all harm, from this day, until their last day. Maketh —"
"Daddddddy," came the slurred moan of protest. "More Tommy an Timmy."
If hopes and prayers were enough to mirror a ring of protection or banish all the evil from the world, graveyards would have been empty and even the greyest sky would seem blue. As it was, prayers accounted for s**t. They were a fool's desperate bid of bargaining, a last resort when all else failed. It was like reaching out to an imaginary friend and hoping they were real enough to reply.
But Jonathan believed in it. He respected the customs that dated back through our pack for g
