Ambrosia POV
A true Luna would sacrifice anything for her pack.
But I was not a Luna, nor would I ever be. I sat in my bed pondering what makes a Luna, why I might have been chosen as one. My fingers tapped restlessly against my knees- I didn’t even have an appropriate wardrobe, I was still in a medical gown.
What was I going to do, help him fight in a gown that exposed my backside?
Could I even fight in the shape I was in? I looked at the IV in my hand. I had been up and about earlier in the day, but my legs felt like lead, and my stomach had sharp pains. The doctor had explained that even if the ailment had been magical, the physical side effects remained. We weren’t sure what exactly had been bleeding between my lungs and my mouth or even my stomach and mouth, but whatever it was s
