"Since I killed your mother."
The words didn't make sense at first.
My mother died in childbirth. Everyone said so. My father, the pack doctor, the old wolves. Weak human body, big pup, White Wolf too strong. She bled out.
Not murdered. Not killed by a Rogue King.
But Luna inside me howled so loud I thought my skull would split.
HE LIES! NO! HE DOESN'T LIE! I REMEMBER! I WAS THERE! I WAS INSIDE HER! I TRIED TO SAVE HER!
Memories that weren't mine flooded me — my mother's memories, carried in Luna's blood.
Moon Lake. Night. A beautiful woman with my face but older, my silver crescent glowing, pregnant, huge, running. A grey scarred wolf chasing her. Biting. She shifts back to human to protect her belly — me inside. He claws her stomach. She screams for Edward. Edward comes too late.
