Chapter 311. Food for Thought

TAWNY

Late December and the cold had settled into the Capital of the New Moon Kingdom. Riocht was much chillier than Cambiador, but not cold enough for snow to settle. Whereas New Moon had a light dusting of snow and reports said they could get more.

As I stepped out of the car, I felt the bite of the cold air, a season I didn't miss even if I had missed my father and the place I once called home.

It wasn't until I came to New Moon that I finally felt comfortable in my own skin. My father had no choice but to raise me in packs. Unfortunately, most packs didn't accept werecats and I spent the better half of my childhood and teen years lonely.

Years of being picked on, the target of most bullies because I was a werecat in the wolf's den. They didn't like me, taunting me because of my race. My father did everything he could, but it was hard after my mother died. He was a warrior; it was all he knew how to do.

We moved around a lot,