“You are not with child,” Emerys’ words echoed in my mind, replaying itself over and over. “There is no cub growing inside of you. Your red moon will start soon. It was simply late.”

Her words had been going through my mind for the past seven days unbidden, ever since I heard them. I had begun to bleed that same day. But it had already passed. Only six days of red moon.

And now her words followed me everywhere, in my thoughts at all times. ...