Me vs. Destiny vs. Glory

1) What's Best For The Pack

Hey there! Welcome to Me vs. Destiny. vs. Glory. It's a prequel (I guess it's a prequel) to Bad Boys Are Never Good. Now, if you haven't read BBANG, I suggest that you read that before you read this, or not, but some things will be spoiled for you, believe me. 

That's really all I have to get off my chest, so, enjoy!

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Growing up, there were two things I knew for sure. 1) I was going to be the alpha of the Rennance Pack one day, and 2) Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Being the alpha in training, there was something my father told me everyday. "Andrew, always do what's best for the pack," He told me this so many times that the sentence lost all meaning to me, until I finally realized what he meant. Do what will keep us all safe and together. Austin Grace was not best for the pack. 

Now, Austin may not be the clumsiest person alive, and he may not be the most annoying person alive. But he was most definitely the clumsiest, most annoying person ever. I swear, Satan would take one look at Austin and walk the other way. Every time I look at Austin, I wonder how I'm still alive. Over the years I have: fell in a ditch, been accidentally stabbed by a miny knife, had boiling hot water fall on me, and, my favourite, fell off a cliff. All of those because of Austin. And there are many more, but right now, I was laying on the sidewalk, covered in purple paint. Where was Austin? He was standing over me with that look he gets on his face whenever something like this happens. I would call it a guilty face, if it looked guilty. It looked like a crossover between smelling a dead rat and listening to Blood On The Dance Floor for the first time. 

"Err, Andrew?" Austin sputtered out. People were gathered around us. Normally, I get annoyed when these things happened, but I quickly brush it away because just the two of us knew what happened, and that was enough. But when this shit happens in public, I have a problem. I shot up and onto my feet and walked away from the crowd. I walked all the way to the park, hearing Austin's footsteps behind me. He was never far, but in times like these, I wish he'd be in China. My fists kept clenching and unclenching, as they normally do when I get angry. As we walked through the woods, I looked around, making sure no one was around. When I was sure that we were alone, I spun around and grabbed Austin by the neck. "Andrew!" He gasped out. 

I narrowed my eyes and pushed him up against a tree, raising him off the ground. "What did I say about keeping a low profil?" I said in a low voice. 

"I'm sorry!" Austin clawed at my hands as I tightened my grip. 

"Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?" I growled. 

"Andrew....I'm sorry...just stop!" Austin wheezed. I growl once more and stepped back, letting go of Austin. He dropped to the ground and immediately took a deep breath, then coughed. I was still pissed, but I couldn't strangle him further. Not because I thought that was enough, but because he's Austin, and at the end of the day I love him. Even if he may just be the death of me. Austin looked up at me. His red face and freckles made him look kind of like a ladybug. After taking another deep breath, he stood up and took a twig out of his shoulder length blonde hair. He hesitated, but he said, "Andrew, it's your wolf doing this. You need to calm down."

Rage pulled itself back up my throat and I glared hotly at Austin, who was now cowarding back against the tree. "This is not my wolf!" I yelled at Austin before I swung at him. Someone upstairs must be paying attention because by some miracle, Austin dodged that punch. He didn't waste a moment further as he turned around and bolted. My anger controlling my limbs, I darted after him. Austin successfully made a turn without me catching him and headed to the pack grounds. He would never make it, and I knew it. Maybe it was my wolf, but I was just really angry. You begin to get your wolf at the age of fourteen. The first sign comes the day of the new moon. A searing pain comes from your gut and it's as if you can't breathe for about five minutes, the rest of the day is basically you just slipping in and out of consciousness. From then, there is no more pain until the full moon, just little changes. You get stronger, faster, your eye and hearing senses improve, as do your instincts. Also, you are moodier than a pregnant woman. 

My eyes narrowed and I leaned forward, trying to catch Austin. My speed didn't arrive yet. So far, just the strength and moodiness. Austin, who was not too far ahead of me, let out a very loud, very high whistle, which made me flinch and run into a tree. I fell back on my butt, holding my forehead. He did not just do that. I growled and got up. I was going to catch him, and when I do, he will be sorry. I started running again, but before I could gain any speed, two strong arms held me back. I struggled and snarled at the person holding me. "Let go!" I screamed at them. The person just held me tighter. 

"Are you commanding me to do something?" My father's voice said dangerously from behind me. I quickly stopped struggling and swallowed.

"No, alpha," I said, my voice shaking. If I dare oppose my father before my time, he would either throw me out of the pack, or kill me. And my father is not one for making enemies, meaning that he has none because they are all dead. "I thought so," My father said behind me. "Now, I'm going to carry you into the safe room. And you will be staying there until it is time."

"But father--"

"SHUT UP!" He bellowed. I quickly bit my tongue and let my alpha carry me to the houses. When we were on pack territory, everyone, meaning all three of the families, were gathered around. My mother had tears in her eyes and smiled at me. Austin's father, Arnold, nodded at me proudly. Austin was standing behind his father, giving me his 'guilty look'. I scowled at him and he coward back. "My boy is growing up!" I heard my mother cry in the back ground. The safe room was anything but. It was more of a torture room. It had iron walls and an iron door. It had chains attached to the walls. The room always scared me as a child, but it terrified me when I learned that I would one day be placed in here. Well, that day is now. My father dropped me to the floor and immediately worked on my chains, attaching them around my wrists and ankles. When he was done, he gazed at me. My father and I looked similar, but not the same. We both had blue eyes, and a good jaw line, but that was were it ended. My father was built like an MMA fighter on steroids. He was tall, and intimidating. His brown hair was spicky and he had a permanent scowl on his face. How my mother fell in love with him was beyond me. 

"When you leave this room, you will be a man," He said to me. I sighed, not having anything to say. My father cocked his head to the side. "You're gonna be okay, Andrew. I just want you to know that I'll be right outside, all night when it's time. You won't be alone," My mouth parted, that was the most sincere things that he has ever said to me. "But if you do anything stupid before that night, I'll snap your neck." I shut my mouth, that was it, that was my father. He then spun on his heels and walked straight out the door and shut it, without sparing me another glance. 

I was breathing heavy. It has been twenty eight days since I was put in here. It was time. Sweat trickled down my face and I growled in pain. There was one single window in this room. I looked out of it, not yet seeing the moon. My father wasn't lying when he said that he would be outside. I could hear him, my mother, and Austin. I swallowed, hating them at the moment. How dare they stand out there and taunt me? I was in pain and they are just fine. The stabbing pain came back again, only, it wasn't in my gut, it was in my back. I heard a crack. I roared in pain, my bones were shifting. It got harder and harder to breath as another bone shifted. My toes curled and I shut my eyes so hard I thought my eyelids were going to fall off. I screamed in pain again, as two bones shifted at the same time. I pealed my eyes open, and saw that slowly, fur was growing on my skin. I grinded my teeth and looked out the window, the moon was almost fully in sight. I looked at my arms, the fur came up almost completely, my skin was not visible. A shadow passed by the window and my eyes snapped to it, but all I saw was the almost fully risen moon. 

Then, it started. Altogether, the pain started. I screamed and moaned and roared as all my bones shifted and I felt myself becoming something else. I pulled and pulled at the chains until the broke. I roared once more as I flung myself at the wall, hearing a loud bang. I then threw myself at the other wall, trying to get out. But it wouldn't break. I looked at the window again, and I saw the full moon. I heard panting and realized that it was mine. I'm here. Said something in my head. Out of panic, I flung myself at the wall again, and again, and again. At about the one hundreth time I did it, I finally understood the safe room. It wasn't to keep me safe, it was to keep the pack safe. "Always do what's best for the pack," My father's voice said in my ear.