As the Luna of the Bloodrose pack, I have many responsibilities. I am responsible for the safety and well-being of my pack, and I must always be strong, confident, and decisive. But sometimes, when I am alone with my thoughts, I can't help but remember a time when I was not so strong.
I was just a young pup then, and my father was away fighting in a battle with a rival pack. My mother was left to care for me and my siblings alone, and she did so with love and grace. I remember how she would curl up with us at night and tell us stories of her own childhood, and how she would sing us lullabies when we were scared.
But it was not just the small things my mother did that made a difference. She was also a fierce protector, always watching over us with a sharp eye and a quick response. I remem
