My Pack

I was looking at the crowd kneeling before me as if I was a goddess. It was overwhelming. The pressure was getting to me from all sides, squeezing my chest. I glanced at Draven. He stood a few steps away from me, wearing a sly grin on his face. When he met my pleading, help-me-out gaze, he let out a brief chuckle and tilted his head, pointing at the crowd. He dared me to step forward and speak, but how could I? He was a natural-born leader, and I always chose to fight in the second or third row, yet currently, those people had their eyes solely on me! I forcefully pulled a breath into my lungs.

"I am not a Princess, and I am not at Alpha like my mother was!" I called out, trying to amplify the sound of my voice.

I saw the people in front of me raising their heads and looking at me.

I swallowed and continued, "I didn't know what happened to my mother's pack, and I used to be too weak to even try to find out. But I became stronger, and I am willing to use that str