Episode 33

Old Luna's POV

"I'm dying, Festin!"

The strong puzzles building up from the midwives never did bother me. All I wanted was to get the baby out of me. Just as I squirmed on the bed, fighting so hard while the thunder continued to crackle and clap, almost as if it was right in front of me, a stoic Wolland walked into my ear.

"I didn't want to tell you this before you give birth, but as it stands now, I'll be forced to let this out for you and our pup's sake." He glanced at my sweaty face and then went back to the side of my ear. "That Festin is dead now. What I heard was that he fell and died peacefully. So try and keep that pup safe. You need to live for him because he's got only you."

Those words deadened my quivering body, not knowing what exactly to think or do again. For as long as it took, I remained still. It was a terrible moment for me to get to know that all hopes were shattered. Wolland knew that there was this glimpse of dreams that one day I would be with my beloved mate a