I vividly recall that day. The impending finals had us all immersed in our studies, knowing that graduation was just a few weeks away. The education system in the Pack differed from the rest of the world. Here, success wasn't just measured academically, but also by proving our physical prowess as werewolves. With graduation looming, the pressure was palpable.
I had just returned from a practice fight, the precursor to my final battle against one of the Pack's seasoned warriors. Success meant I could potentially lead the Pack in the future, while failure would confine me to a more conventional werewolf existence. But failure was an inconceivable notion for me—I hailed from a pure Beta bloodline, bestowed with inherent strength and power. Despite the certainty of success, I adhered to the r
