Is this also the goddess's Curse
I returned home with my mate and our son, my heart already frayed.
I could not care for him—not as a human mother would. I had no hands, no fingers gentle enough to tend a fragile child. Had he been born a wolf, it would have been simple. I would have licked him clean, fed him without thought. Nature would have known its place.
Instead, he lay in a woven basket between Varah and me, and we stared at him in silence.
We were helpless. Both of us.
"Is this another punishment from the Moon Goddess?" Varah asked at last.
"I do not know," I answered. "We will ask the sage tomorrow. Not today. Not before the others."
Every wolf present had asked themselves the same question. They would never voice it—not to their queen—but I felt it burning behind their eyes.
"Sooner or later, we must address them," Varah said quietly. "Seven days is too long. How do we even feed him?"
The restraint shattered.
