one shot

Chaos paced around the deck of the ship that night restlessly, trying to stretch out bruised and stiffened muscles so he could sleep. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he was actually rather nervous about having a pack once again. He knew better than anyone that he'd been a failure as an alpha last time. Young, stupid, and thinking he knew better than everyone that had come before him. He should have taken a page from Valentine's book instead of rejecting the order of the pack he'd grown up in. Imperium had been insanely successful, unlike Crew, and wolves had flocked to its borders and vied for the attention of its alpha. This time, maybe he'd find that secret something that his father had that made him, and his pack, so attractive to everyone. He couldn't fail again. He'd sink everything - his pride, his name, his future - into this new pack. He'd make it as great as Imperium. See the pride in his father's eyes, give his son and daughter a future where their name was known to everyone. He wouldn't get another chance.