It's been days since Daxon introduced me to his pack. There are few who accept me as their new Luna, and there are, of course, some who didn't.
The few that were nice though, I was thankful for. I didn't know what it was but something about those people made me feel safe in a way that even when I was alone with the rest of the pack, I didn't. My wolf liked them too. I think they like everyone.
I'm not the first wolf that's joined the pack, nor will I be the last, as time goes on we all become accustomed to each other's presence. Even if I have yet to join a pack, I find myself at ease with most wolves that live on this planet. They don't bother me much. If anything, they're my friends.
We've only known each other for four months, or is it six? The number is hard to keep track of sometim
