Luna.:A title given to the lead female of the pack, the mate of the alpha.
Luna also happens to be my name. My mother named me Luna to prepare for the role I'd fill someday: Luna of the Dark Howl pack, mate to Alpha Devin Horde. Paired together from birth and prepared for taking over leading in place of his father, Alpha Despin.
True mates were rare here, able to be found at 18 if you're lucky enough to have one. Most take chosen mates, and in our case this fate was chosen for us. Chosen to secure the future of the pack.
I wasn't even given my own name. Mother deemed it pointless as I'd someday be called Luna anyway. I've been raised solely to take the position, rarely able to explore my own wants and hobbies. I tried to paint, but mother said art isn't for a Luna, their time will be for the pack. I took up poetry with much the same lecture.
Even war training I watched from the sidelines as I became the "perfect Luna" only training alone at night because I refused to be defenseless.
It's that secret that saved me when my fate was changed and the destiny I was built for was burned to a crisp.
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A rogue called Luna
WerewolfLuna Hardin: a girl raised and named for a destiny she never wanted, to mate with the alpha of her pack and become their perfect luna. What happens when the plan gets tossed out the window? And when a new destiny takes over?
