Conversations quieted, waiting for my answer.
"It is," I said clearly. "I believe a Luna should be able to protect herself and her pack, not just rely on others for protection."
"That's very progressive," another she-wolf said, though her tone suggested she meant the opposite.
"It's practical," I corrected. "The world is dangerous. Being prepared isn't progressive. It's smart."
"Well said," Lucas called out, raising his glass. "To our Luna. Beautiful, intelligent, and lethal."
Laughter and more applause. Damien squeezed my hand under the table, pleased with how I was handling myself.
I squeezed back, perfect mate.
After dinner, pack members mingled. Pups ran through the hall playing tag. Elders shared stories. Young wolves flirted and laughed.
Normal. Happy. Exactly what a pack sho
