The first week in the Crescent Pack was like walking on glass, every step had to be careful, measured. I held my head high, shoulders straight, but inside, my nerves were a tangled mess.
The wolves here bowed their heads when I passed, their eyes flickering with respect, but also something else, curiosity, maybe even wariness. To them, I was the Alpha who came out of nowhere.
I was a stranger and I had to build a bridge between us and it was very difficult.
I moved through the days like a shadow, my presence acknowledged but not truly welcomed. Every smile I gave was welcomed with a fake and robotic one, every word I spoke was taken seriously but I didn't want to be a dictator. I wanted to be taken seriously and to be able to work with them so that we can make our pack very successful a
