The only daughter of an Alpha was born with eyes that mark her as human, but she has a wolf that refuses to be killed. Her journey from her pack to her future will either be in blood or in love. ~~~~sneak peek~~~~ I was lost in my past lessons when Avye started to growl, low at first, but it got darker, I looked around, wondering why. Then my eyes locked with King Alpha LeRoy. For a moment I thought I was wrong, because that was when Avye growled even louder in my head, she didn’t declare him as her mate, but demanded I run for my life.

Omega. What an ugly word for the one who takes care of everything in a pack. We wake before everyone to make sure there is enough food for the students who leave for the human school, for the adults who follow them in order to make sure they don’t expose our kind. We keep all the laundry clean and make sure that it never gets mixed with anyone else’s. We can be used for training, for our gender only. We clean everything for everyone. We keep secrets that no one even knows we have. We stay up late to finish cleaning everything from the day. The word omega is simply the end of the Greek alphabet. In a wild wolf pack, the omega is a single wolf, the weakest, the scapegoat for the pack. However, in a werewolf pack there are around ten of us to a pack of a hundred. Basically, an omega is doing our part for ten individuals, or that of two full families, or one full family and five individuals.