I hated myself. Then I hated my father. He had never allowed me to work. He always said working was not expected of a Luna. My duty was simple. Support the Alpha in every way I could and birth strong pups. That was the life he had prepared me for. A soft cage. A polished role. A future where my worth was tied to a man’s status and the pups I could produce. And now that the future had fallen apart, I had nothing. No job. No money. No skills. No pack. No family.
This was the time my father should have come through for me. This was the time he should have been my parent. Even with the lie I had told, I could not imagine throwing my daughter out after she told me someone had taken advantage of her. If my father had been kind and understanding, maybe I would not have snuck around in the first
