A few years ago...
Today would be a special day for our pack; we would celebrate the destiny of our species, allowing the pack's witch to tell us a thread of fate.
The drums echoed in the clearing, women drank, and men smoked in the moonlight and torchlight. It was strange to be there, year after year, listening to the great witch recount events in the lives of other pack members, without ever being able to witness my turn.
But it was the rule; a future Alpha should never know what awaited them ahead, as it could trigger serious consequences for the pack. We were cursed to never know what lay in store for us, or at least that's what I thought.
Until that night.
That cursed night.
The males continued to beat the drums while the old witch sprinkled purple powder over the fire and recit
