Rite of Submission

I’d lived my whole life on the fringe of pack territory among the humans. I’d never even seen another lycan, outside my parents, because we were refugees given sanctuary, not real members. That was until I’d turned 18 and they came to collect me. The Alpha, Dmitri Volkov, of the Opalescent Moon Pack. He was exactly what you’d picture an Alpha to be; tall with broad shoulders, and under that well tailored suit, muscles for days. I suppose most would’ve called him handsome, with startling ice blue eyes, and thick, wavy black hair framing his perfectly calm face. But I hated him with every fiber of my being.