"Why do your Betas think you've been trying to convince me to be Luna?"
The silence echoes after I speak. Luna. A pure title, equal to that of Alpha, but meaning far more. From my understanding, an Alpha is born into their role. They are raised by their pack, for their pack. They live, breathe, and thrive, all so those beneath them may do the same. Their entire lives are spent training for the role. For the day they'll be in charge of keeping everyone safe.
But a Luna is different. A Luna is chosen by fate, by chance. Even if they're chosen by the Alpha, the first meeting between the pair would always be random. Eyes meeting at a coffee shop. Two pairs of hands reaching for the same stack of fallen books. A held door, rewarded with a smile that leads to the rest of their lives. Like all
