Victim of the Alpha

All my life, I was by my father's side. Raised in his image to be the next Alpha, the only female Alpha to take over a pack. Sure, it was common for the alpha to hand down its title to the firstborn, but if that firstborn was a female, they were passed over by many. My father was going to break that tradition and hand the title over to me.

My pack was the third-largest pack in the state; we lived comfortably in the city, gaining control of much of the exports of merchandise that supplied the state. Sure, humans lived among us, but they vowed allegiance to my father, becoming part of our family. Blackwood Pack was not just a pack of werewolves and humans that lived together, but under my father's rule, we made it a family. A family that truly respected each other and was loyal to my father and me.

All my life, I was split between attending school and running the pack alongside my father. Attending Alpha meetings, doing the pack's finances, and taking charge of making many decisions that revolved around our pack's laws. My mother died when I was little, so long ago that I can hardly remember what she looked like, but that didn't stop the pack from reminding me from time to time of how much I looked like her.