Chapter 040

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I cannot remember a time when I last slept so safely. I cannot remember much about my time with my mother before she married Doc, except for the smell of her body and her warmth wrapped around me as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. It is one of my clearest memories of the time before everything went gray. She smelt like mint and fresh-cut wildflowers.

Waking up next to Sylvester felt similar, but different in so many ways. Firstly, I do not remember ever sleeping with my mother nude. Nor did she have biceps large enough to be pillows. Or a downy chest to warm my face. She didn't smell like warm nights resting by a fire while drinking green tea. And she didn't purr contentedly like a giant cat while she slept.

And yet both these moments feel like home.

But I shouldn't let myself get too comfortable. I am after all just a fake Rental Luna pretending to be his real true love and fated Luna in a ridiculous plan to help Sylvester save his pack.

"Rest," he kisses my tem