“I was the lowest Omega in the Blood Moon Pack, forced to scrub greasy floors while enduring the daily abuse and kicks of the Warriors. On the night of Alpha Kael's succession ball, the fated mate bond suddenly snapped into place between us. The powerful, ruthless Alpha had found his destined Luna, and it was me, the dirty scullery maid hiding behind the curtains. But the magical peace of our bond lasted only seconds before reality crashed down. Faced with the disgusted whispers of the nobles and the political threats from his Gamma, Kael chose his power over me. He dragged me to the center of the grand hall and publicly rejected me. "I, Kael, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Elara, as my mate." The violently severed bond felt like crushed glass in my lungs, snapping my soul in half and leaving me coughing up dark blood on the pristine marble. Surrounded by mocking eyes and an unnatural chill, I dragged my broken body out into the freezing, fog-filled Shadow Forest to die. I didn't understand why the Moon Goddess would give me a protector only to let him become my cruel executioner. Why was I destined to be nothing more than a pathetic, disposable Omega meant to be trampled on? But as three feral Rogues lunged to tear my throat out under the midnight moon, the searing agony in my veins suddenly vanished. I didn't shift into a weak Omega wolf. Bathed in a blinding, divine light, my body expanded into a towering, flawless White Wolf. Looking at my massive silver reflection in the water, I made a silent vow. I was no longer a servant, and I would make them all kneel.”