"I know the laws are against what I'm about to do," she says to me, her eyes staring elsewhere as her fingers fidget, "but I refuse to let them or fate decide for me, my husband isn't nostalgic for me, we've lost our touch, and now I don't want to be separated from my cubs."
Staring at her I realize how well she suits her role as a Luna.
There's no way any woman I know or have come across will be able to fill in the shoes of this strong-willed woman.
"But that'll be difficult, I mean they're heirs to his legacy, I doubt the pack would be willing to let you separate from either of them, if you're granted a divorce and not custody, it'll mean you may never see them again," I tell her.
Our worlds fall silent, she knows I'm telling the truth, and it hurts me that this is also the unfortuna
