Among the moon elves they tell a story about the first werewolf. There had been a moon elf hunter who boasted that he had hunted everything and hunting no longer brought him a challenge. He quickly boasted of his ability to his friends and anyone who'd listen. Unfortunately, Malar was also listening. late one evening when the moon was high, the hunter was out. He sent a pack of dire wolves to corner the hunter and there they ravaged him. He had been wounded terribly and prayed to Selûne for help. He then passed out from those wounds. When he awoke his wounds had miraculously healed. He assumed his prayers answered and went home to his wife and kids. The next day he awoke to find his wife dead and children missing. He saw the signs of a beast attack and vowed he find this beast.
Every night he'd go out looking for this beast and every day a new body would be found. Determined he was to find this beast of the woods he eventually settled in a camp in the wilderness not willing to return home until he found it. Several weeks went by and he noticed hes been stalked. Tree branches broken, odd footprints in the ground. Thinking the beast was coming for him, he started setting traps, wading through rivers to throw off his scent, and finally sleeping in a tree. He suddenly awoke in pain. He sees the full moon and in a blue of bright moon light he blinks out seeing himself surrounded by clerics and paladins of Selûne. His senses suddenly acute, he can smell a fresh kill. Looking down at his hands he sees them covered in blood over the body of a deer. In the shining mirror shield of one of the paladins he sees his own reflection. Beast like with the head of a wolf. Covered in head to toe, with terrible claws. Suddenly, he realizes he was the beast all along. He owls in pain and accepts his fate dropping to his knees. The paladins raise their swords to strike, coated with the holy metal of Selûne, silver. Two wolf beasts jump out of the bush, disrupt the attack, and drag him away. He finds his kids are also beasts just like him. Together forever more do they live in the wilds hunting and living as a pack or so the stories go. There are many variations, but they all generally take into account three details, the first werewolf was a moon elf, the holy silver was able to hurt the wolf, and moonlight revealed the beast for what he was.
Werewolves are a type of shapechanger that are vulnerable to silvered weapons. They transform during the full moon involuntarily and can infect others through bite and claw. Most werewolves deal with an instinct for insatiable hunger and bouts of violence. Most of them live by their own rules and with great effort practice kindness to help stave off their more base instincts. Many of them worship Selûne as part of a tradition to manage their curse, though some lycanthropes are drawn towards the worship of Malar and live in packs among the wood elves and dark elves.
Werewolves to live in packs are organized similar to wolf packs, with a powerful alpha in command of the entire group. The moral and ethical outlook of the pack tends to follow that of the alpha.