Mathilda
Tonight is the Luna's ritual and I am not even frightened just as I thought I'd be.
I've had a near-death experience. Struck with blindness and paralysis, yet I still survived. And it has toughened me up.
How bad can the Luna's ritual be?
With this child in my womb, I am going to eat the testicles of a lion and if I puke, then Cahill will have no choice but to kick me out of the pack.
The moon goddess will be the dictator of tonight, whether I am fit to govern as Luna or I should be set on exile from the Blackwood pack.
Now I don't want to talk about being barfy every day, throwing up at every single little thing I eat. And I am losing weight instead of gaining because of this.
Everyone else around me is scared that I might fail because of my condition. My family, Odette, the servants, and the guards. Literally everyone.
