Zara
This would be the first act that would transform us from simple werewolves into the incredibly complex tribrid Luna.
It was a coveted position, desired by many female wolves. They imagined an idealized version of Luna's life. A life in which they would watch over the pack's females and greet their chosen one when he returned from work.
Eighteen years and several children later, they would have a successor who would inherit the pack and take control. This is what my chosen one's parents did, and there's nothing wrong with that.
It's so rare for our species to experience peace, especially in years when petty wars and rogue attacks are at their peak. The problem is that these idealized notions of the housewife cause us to close our eyes and ignore the truth about what's happening in the world.
This couldn't go on; this ignorance of the world around us—an arrogance that truly led us to believe we were the most powerful beings on this earth.
