** The King sits on his throne in the shadowed chamber, the floor around him scattered with debris. A simple, yet elegantly carved, light wood crown rests just slightly above the deep furrows that have carved themselves into his brow. Soft, dark curls rest lightly upon shoulders bowed as though by the weight of the world. And well they might be... " The King is going mad and the kingdom threatens to fall apart. There are other, darker forces stirring in the shadows. There is one who can save him, but will finding her be his undoing? How will the Alphas' respond to his choice?