In the world of werewolves, our eighteenth birthday marks the dawn of our first shift.
The Moon Goddess herself would brand us with our fated mate, binding us together, forever inseparable.
But on that fateful day, all I felt was a fleeting fever. No shift. No power. For that, I was condemned, branded the lowest, most worthless Omega.
Twelve agonizing years. My white wolf remained dormant, a silent curse. And my supposed fated Alpha husband? He scorned me, despised me for my barren womb.
He, with the very one who plotted my downfall, sired a bastard. And to crown that harlot his Luna, he plotted my murder.
Then, a horrifying truth shattered my world: not only did I uncover his treachery, but I learned my own parents had poisoned me for three decades, orchestrating every abnormality within me.
But I will not be a lamb led to slaughter. When vengeance descends, my white wolf will finally awaken, unleashing a roar that will shatter worlds and leave none standing.
