Morana isn’t like all wolves. Alpha and Luna have always treated her fairly, but she surely isn’t the packs favorite member. She’s an omega, the lowest of the low. Weak. Better yet, an omega born into a Beta bloodline, the family embarrassment. ***** Its been 30 years since the last rogue war, but peace just doesn’t last on its own. King Caspian is four years into his reign and is busy trying to find why these attacks keep happening on his territory to keep his kingdom safe. But something just doesn’t seem right. What could he be missing? Will the Northern Kingdom continue to live without fear or is the next big war just beginning? —————————————————- POV Caspian Okay, you better explain some things right now. Hey, whoa. What's up, Cas? I shoot daggers at my beta across the room. My eyes shift to peer at the beautiful, fit girl making her way to the door that leads to the side gardens of her packs house. Her tiny frame swaying as she walks. What? The dark-haired beauty?  I give one curt nod, my lips set into a hard line, my body ridged, trying to control myself. Her name is Morana. She's actually the reason I told you to come. I cock a brow at him, arms folded across my chest, waiting for him to continue.  She's an omega, but-  I lose control as a growl rips out of my throat. WHAT DID YOU SAY?!