How the hell am I supposed to feed these things?
"Will they bite people?"
She instinctively shrank back, putting distance between herself and the three little cubs.
Feeding them milk and all that… she honestly couldn't handle it.
They weren't babies, after all.
If they were babies, she wouldn't be so resistant.
Corbin Crowley watched her reaction, his expression slightly tense, feeling puzzled inside.
As a Matron, she's actually afraid of her own cubs? Is this some kind of joke?
His silver eyes darkened, and he abruptly grabbed her retreating leg, his low, dangerous voice threatening, "They carry your blood, you can't even feed your own cubs?"
The three little wolf cubs, catching the scent of their mother, stumbled and shoved their way into her arms, their tender pink paws tearing the thin Beast Skin Skirt, pawing to nurse.
Luna sucked in a sharp breath, a memory of zombies biting her in the apocalypse suddenly flashing through her mind.
