The fat Luna

I was born with the gift of motherhood-my body made to bear the heirs-but a fatal claw, I was fat.

My mate despised my curves, calling me crude and disgusting, never once touching me with love.

He turned to my cousin Dariya, a slender beauty, seeking to marry her and discard me as his second mate.

They threw me into the outlawed territories, where rogues and feral wolves roamed, waiting to devour the weak.

They descended on me like vultures, their claws tearing into my flesh, their howls a symphony of my suffering.

But death wasn't the end.