It’s been nearly 200 years since the moon goddess took away the mate bond from her children. Those destined to lead and protect their packs, decided to reject their perfect mates that the goddess herself created for them. They cared for nothing more than power and mating with the ones they thought would give them the best edge to gain it. In addition to taking away the gift of a mate, the goddess also changed the way that all packs would continue. Those with high ranks would only be able to bear a female heir. Then they would choose their own mate to help their pack prosper. Alina has gained her wolf, but is still 3 months away from her 18th birthday. Then she’ll be of age to shift and find a mate. Her ancestor who founded her pack was given an offer by the goddess, but the story has only been passed down through her family to ensure that the pack remained on the right path to earn back all the gifts that the goddess had offered and her great grandfather went to great lengths to develop what is now a tradition for the Luna to find her own alpha. Alina and her pack, the lunar eclipse pack, don’t know that the goddess is returning to bless them with the gift of true mates again. Will Alina be able to find hers or will she be forced to settle for one of the competitors in the traditional alpha tournament?

Alina You never forget your first love, unless you’re too young to really know what that means. It’s been almost 20 years and though we’ve chatted online, it pales to the sight of him standing in front of me. We’ve shared pictures, talked on the phone a couple of times, but am I what he hoped for? I can’t help the the all consuming butterflies that come rushing back or the weak feeling in my knees. I’m thankful to have a railing beside me, I don’t know if I could keep myself standing otherwise. His face is hard to read as he approaches me. Regret for time lost? Disappointment that I wasn’t what he expected? Hope that I’m really here? I’m not sure what I expected, but the last thing I was expecting was pain. Jacob I feel like I can’t stop moving even though I know I’m completely still. Standing there in an airport terminal, waiting for the girl I haven’t laid eyes on in 18 years. I see her before she even knows I’m there and no amount of pictures, phone calls or time could’ve prepared me for what I saw. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. The girl who’s bright blonde, shoulder length hair I knew before was now much paler and nearly to her waist. As she looked around, seeming unsure of where to go, her eyes caught me. She wasn’t expecting me. I wanted to surprise her, and I could tell I had been successful. I couldn’t hold back, I had to go to her.