How do I feed these little things?
"Will they bite people?"
She instinctively shrank back, distancing herself from the three little cubs.
The thought of nursing was something she found hard to accept.
They're not babies, after all.
If they were babies, she wouldn't be so resistant.
Corbin Crowley noticed her reaction, his expression slightly frowned, feeling strange.
As a Matron, afraid of her own offspring? Isn't that ridiculous?
His silver eyes darkened, and he grabbed her leg that was retreating, his deep voice laced with danger, "It's your blood flowing through them, and you don't dare to feed your own offspring?"
The three little wolf cubs smelled their mother's scent and stumbled toward her, pink paws tearing at the thin Beast Skin Skirt, about to latch on to nurse.
Luna Sutton gasped, memories of being bitten by zombies in the apocalypse flashed through her mind.
