Chapter 122

Anthony watched, entranced, as Emma opened the pot for the third time to scoop another spoonful of food into her plate. He thought that she had a very large appetite for a human. Well, who wouldn’t? Melvina’s meals had the capacity to turn anyone into a glutton. He guessed that this might be the first time for the human, that is, tasting his Luna’s meals.

When he had lost his parents in the last pack war, which had been triggered by Arnold’s greed and selfishness, supported by Maya’s betrayal, he had been devasted, so devasted that he had almost committed suicide. He had wanted to drown in a bottle of vermin which he had stolen from the storehouse, when the Luna, Melvina, had barged into his room, as if she had had an inkling of what he had wanted to do. He had been 14 years of age then.

Later, when she had taken him in as her son, since his mother had been of her closest friends, he had come to discover that one of his Luna’s gifts was the ability to have premonitions o