She stared at the three starving wolf pups gnawing at the bed frame, torn inside.
She bit her lip, yanked open her collar all of a sudden, her voice trembling: "Bring them over!"
Rhys Blackwood instantly realized she wanted to breastfeed, but instead, he was a little unhappy about it.
Luna had just given birth, and had been frightened over and over again—otherwise she wouldn't have suddenly had stomach pain.
Even if she had to feed them, it should wait until her body recovered.
"Let them eat milk fruit first, or catch a few freshly delivered ewes to nurse them, they'll definitely not starve."
As he spoke, he gently helped her lie down, moving softly, "You look terrible. Let the witch doctor check you first; feeding them isn't urgent."
Luna Sutton now regretted using her stomach pain as an excuse. Watching the time tick by second by second, she was so anxious she could barely stand it: "I'm fine, I can do it."
