Raven's POV
Night has fallen by the time we reach the West Pack. As we approach the pack house, my stomach is in a bundle of nerves. The West Pack is one of the original four packs and the most outspoken about not needing a Queen to preside over them. My grandfather was the Beta of this pack for many years. Then after my mother challenged the Alpha and beat him, my grandfather helped to set up new leadership among the West Pack.
One would think that he would be supportive of his granddaughter's position but he is not. He is one of the many that are outspoken against my claim to the throne; claiming that an election needs to be held. That the position of King or Queen of the werewolf world should not rely on a simple birthmark but should be determined by a vote.
Honestly, I cann
