The Crescent Moon had attacked the Rising Moon fifteen years ago, killing my parents. I was left with my twin brothers. The Alpha and Luna raised us as their own. My dad had been their Beta and the best friend of the Alpha. The Alpha and Luna had grieved deeply at the loss of my parents and the six others who had died in that attack. I could never forgive the Crescent Moon for what they had done. So I couldn't say no when Alpha Brandon approached me with this mission. It was perfect; I would arrive at the doorsteps of the Crescent Moon, pretend that I needed a new pack, and then ferrate out weaknesses of the pack to hand off to Alpha Brandon. I could finally see the wolves in the distance. I began to walk with a slightly more pronounced limp. “Please, help me.” I cried out, making my voice sound pitiful. “Stop! Don’t come any closer!” “Please, I’m hungry and thirsty.” “Rogues are not welcome here.” “My boyfriend…" I sobbed. "He beat me, then lied, and then I got kicked out of my pack." The wolves shifted. I could tell they were mind-linking. I hoped that I would appear to be just a young woman desperate to be saved. "Looks like it's your lucky day. Come along. You try anything, and we'll rip out your throat in half a second." ____ To benefit her pack, Alana manages to get in the enemy's pack. Everything goes perfect until the moment she finds herself mated to the enemies' Alpha. Now what choice will she make?