CELESTRIA'S POV
Since joining the pack with Damien, I, Celestria, had felt complete. Each day brought new experiences, and I relished the sense of belonging and unity.
Every morning, I woke up beside Damien, his warmth enveloping me, his steady heartbeat and a reassuring melody in my ear. He was everything to me in this fresh start - my rock, my mentor, my shield, and my sweetheart. I was not just okay, but truly joyful.
The pack became my family. They welcomed me wholeheartedly, their acceptance comforting my troubled soul. They showed me their customs, their language, and their ways of life. I mastered hunting, combat, and guarding. I shed my human constraints and embraced my inner animal. I transformed from Celestria into a true pack member, a luna.
However, despite my joy with Damien and the pack in our forest home, my family's disapproval of our relationship, due to Damien being a werewolf, darkened my spirits.
I longed for my parents, my grandmother. I missed their laughter, their guidance, their unwavering love. I missed the sparkle in my mother's eyes when she saw me, the warmth in my father's voice when he spoke. I missed my grandmother's tales, her tender touch, her reassuring presence.
They had not accepted my decision, my choice to be with Damien, to be a part of his world. They saw it as a betrayal, a rejection of my human life. They did not understand that I was not rejecting them, but embracing a part of myself that I had always suppressed, a part of myself that I had always feared.
I tried to communicate with them, to clarify, to make them understand. But each effort was met with silence, with refusal. It hurt, more than I cared to admit. I wanted them to be a part of my new life, to share in my happiness. But they were not ready, not yet.
So, I waited. I waited for their anger to subside, for their hurt to heal. I waited for them to see past their prejudices, past their fears. I waited for them to accept me, to accept my new life.
In one conversation, I begged them, my words filled with desperation and longing. "Please," I urged, "I need you to understand what I understand, to feel what I feel. This journey isn't whole without you beside me." Yet, my request was met with a solemn shake of the head, a silent confirmation of their hesitance.
"You're making a serious mistake, Celestria," my mother had cautioned, her voice filled with sadness and frustration. "You know nothing of the dangers that await you in the world of the werewolves. It's not too late to turn back."
Her words had hurt, like the prick of a thorn amidst a bed of roses. And yet, despite the pain they caused, I could not bring myself to heed her warnings. For in Damien's arms, I had found a love that surpassed the boundaries of our separate worlds—a love worth fighting for.
Another time, frustration bubbled inside me, threatening to spill over as I attempted to reason with them once more. "Why can't you understand?" I shouted, my voice filled with frustration. "This is an opportunity for us, a chance to work together towards a better future. Don't you see that?" But their reactions remained unchanged, their silence a stark reminder of the distance that still existed between us.
In the meantime, I lived. I lived every day to the fullest, cherishing every moment, every experience. I loved, I laughed, I cried. I was happy, truly happy. And I knew, deep down, that no matter what, I had made the right choice.
I was Celestria, a daughter, a granddaughter, a friend. But I was also Celestria, a werewolf, a member of the pack, a mate to Damien. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed Damien's approach until his warm embrace surrounded me from behind, bringing me back to the present moment.
"What's wrong, my love?" he whispered, his breath brushing against the nape of my neck in a tender display of intimacy.
I turned to him, the heaviness of my concerns evident on my face, my eyes revealing a mix of feelings - longing, sadness, and a hint of frustration. "It's my family," I admitted, the words carrying the weight of unspoken sorrow. "Despite everything, they still cannot accept us, Damien. They refuse to see the depth of our bond, to recognize the love that unites us."
In the quiet of the night, a solemn silence lingered between us, interrupted only by the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. Damien's eyes, brimming with sympathy and understanding, showing my inner turmoil, his hand softly cradling my cheek.
"I get it, darling," he whispered, his voice a calming balm to my troubled soul. "It hurts me to see you in pain, to witness the gap between you and your family. But remember, our love is strong, overcoming obstacles caused by people who cannot understand created by the depth of our relationship."
Damien's face softened, his eyes showing understanding. "I know it hurts, Celestria," he whispered, gently moving a strand of hair from my forehead. "But we can't let their disapproval control our happiness. We have each other, and that's what really matters."
"You're right, Damien," I agreed, a slight smile appearing on my lips. "As long as we have each other, we can endure any challenge that may come our way."
I held onto hope. Hope that one day, my parents, my grandmother, would accept me, would accept my new life. Until then, I would continue to live, to love, to be.
 
Because in the end, that's all that mattered. To be true to myself, to be happy. And I was, I was happy. And for now, that was enough.
 
As I lay next to Damien, his arms wrapped around me, his breath warm against my neck, I closed my eyes and let the sound of his heartbeat lull me to sleep. Tomorrow was another day, another chance. And I was ready, ready to face whatever came my way. Because I was Celestria, and I was strong. And I was not alone, not anymore.