The Alpha's Spurned Destiny

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ally having to force myself not to run too fast. Thankfully, I arrived at class early and made good time. even so, it was helpful that I could detect when something was ahead of me or when someone was approaching in my blind spot. We werewolves all seemed to possess a kind of supernatural gift bestowed upon us by the Moon Goddess. Technically speaking, I'm not a werewolf at all, but whatever. The lecturer entered the room and got to work. Since this class was required, I found it to be quite annoying. They still hadn't taught me anything more than what my grandfather's tutors had taught me when I was growing up, which was something I had wanted-something that would push me intellectually and force me to think. My upbringing and schooling were fairly affluent, but they came to an end when I became eighteen. And although Grandfather continued to provide me with some financial support, it was unquestionably far less than it was when I was a child. But I was okay with that. Now that I'm out here on my own, I'm a lot happier. I no longer have to abide by his severe rules-at least not as much. I was content with the fact that the pack's rules were the only ones I truly had to abide by. You know, my name is Kimboo Ravenwood, and my family used to be very high up in the Crimson Grovepack hierarchy. Actually, my grandfather was the Beta to the previous Alpha; but, the Alpha's son succeeded him after the latter was slain in an attack a few years ago. However, not even being the Beta could save my family's reputation from being damaged in a major incident. We are a proud people, the wolves. As far back as I can remember, Grandfather used to tell me those words every day when I was a small child. However, same pride had not prevented my mother, at the age of fifteen, from going missing for a weekend and then returning to confront her father's rage. To exacerbate the situation, they later learned she was expecting a child. She wouldn't reveal the father's identity to them. They saw me as an abomination as they naturally believed that the father was not a wolf. Whatever the case, I was still a part of the pack, and the previous Alpha had given the order to treat me like any other until she was positive that I would not transform like the others. Typically, our wolf forms manifest between the ages of thirteen and eighteen. Though it's not always the case, guys will still be boys and will still compete in any way they can. It's a common misconception that the sooner you shift, the stronger your wolf will be. As I approach my nineteenth birthday, I still haven't changed. I