I feel my hands tremble as I try to steady my breathing. It's my coronation day, and I've worked so hard to be here. My dad is the current Alpha, but today I'm finally stepping up and taking his place. I want so badly to do my best to make my pack proud and keep them all safe, but I'm also so scared of not being good enough, or not being accepted.

I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and then step through the  curtain onto the balcony, trying not to trip in my heels.

My heart pounds as I look down at all of my pack members. They look up to me with such hope. I am to be their queen, and they expect a lot from me. I flex my muscles with quiet anxiety. I don't know how I will ever make this pack stronger, my dad has already pushed and trained them into the strongest warriors that have existed in the last century. We have no competition, and no enemies. We rule over all of the other Pacific packs, and they have no interest in testing us. Since my dad took charge he has worked with them to either put them in their place, or create peace. Most of them were smaller packs and were more than happy to accept peace in exchange for us helping them to care for their packs when needed. 

How am I supposed to top that? I want to prove myself, but I won't start a war with anyone just to prove i'm a good, strong leader. No, I will just follow in my father's footsteps, maintain order, and help where I am needed. 

I focus back on the crowd below me, but when I look at their faces, all I see is terror. They no longer cheer for me, instead they look untrusting and scared. One of them steps forward in an aggressive stance. As soon as he starts to speak, their faces change from fear to anger as their gazes burn into me.

"You are not our Alpha, we will never accept you!" He shouts at me. 

I turn around in panic and confusion, looking for someone familiar to explain what is happening. My eyes land on my sister, and as our eyes meet I feel myself fall.