My name's Lapis. I've been whisked away. My mother holds me by my scruff as she drops me onto the ground. "Listen, Lapis." She's panting hard, and she's breathlessly tired. "You gotta run, Lapis. Don't stay, run, run as far as you can." And then jaws closed around her throat, and that was the last day I saw her alive. That was when I was merely a moon old. Now I'm several moons older, and it feels like it's happening all over again. My adoptive parents are fighting. Again. I shouldn't leave...but yet, it feels like I should. It's not like they'd care anyway, they never wanted to take me in. Someday.