River Carlyle is not like most shifters that have one form. And unlike the majority of shifters - she does not have a wolf. Rather she was blessed with her tiger, Brona, and her black jaguar Achlys. A hybrid in a world dominated by wolves. For years she has suffered the brutality of the Eclipse Pack. Until finally a chance for freedom presents itself... Theodore Devereaux hates rogues. The alpha of the Lunar pack he has gained a reputation as brutal, and ruthless. Rogues tend to keep far from the boarders to his pack, and is considered suicide to pass pack lines. Their hunters known to go into no mans land to hunt and kill rogues indiscriminately. At least that's what rumour says... What happens when his soul is tied to a rogue of all things? Will it be to much to overcome and end in violent heart break... or will love conquer all? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For one beautiful moment, surprise flitted over her mates features. With a metamorphosis into realization, and what she swore was love. Finally. After everything that she had to endure alone... After all the years of misuse and affliction. The other half of her soul - the one that would protect, cherish, and love her. Heal the festering traumas that haunted her mind. That was until sneer spread over the alphas lips, harsh judgment meeting her own startled gaze. Gone was the adoration. Replaced be aberration and a hardness that suggested that this man detested her. It was enough to give the feeling of a claw punching into her chest, and wrapping claws about her already wounded heart. "A rogue and a used up whore," a voice rich in tone, that would be so lovely if it wasn't corrupted by a harsh hate. Lacking absolutely in way of compassion. No... No! This wasn't supposed to happen like this, River panicked. Feeling despair poison her whole being at her mate calling her a whore... For deciding he despised her without knowing her - without hearing anything she'd had to say.

Persephone Roth lost everything when she was only nine. Her home. Her friends. Her family. The brutal assault on her pack left a once proud kingdom reduced to rubble and ash leaving her a rogue. Survival is never easy for a rogue. More so for a female. But a promise to her brother has fueled her stubbornness in not accepting a violent end that seems so intent on claiming her. Trust isn't something she's willing to give. It's been a long time since she has been the innocent, happy child... Over the last nine years the legend of the Rogue Alpha have grown... A lone beast that has become feared. Roaming the no mans land between packs. Leaving a trail of bodies behind them. Stories say that the strange beast is a titan among wolves. With reddish blond fur with black stripes and white markings. A wolf with a tigers pattern... No one expects this brutal beast to be a young girl forced into the rogue life. What happens when the packs decide that this legendary beast needs to be eliminated for their peace of mind? Will Persephone finally meet a violent end? Or will she find a place to belong?

Delilah has learned from a young age that life is rarely fair.That it takes a violence to find happiness sometimes. A force of will. But when the unimaginable happens, something in her broke. She lost everything the night her daughter died. Surviving - but unable to go back to the life she had made and sent into a spiraling thirst for revenge. She is changed in more ways than one. Surviving only to become like the monsters that had taken what mattered most to her... Theodore Bain comes from money. Power. He was expected to take up the mantel of his fathers business - as well as his place as Alpha of their pack. Before his father will pass on the pack, he's expected to find his mate. The future Luna of the Bain pack. Fate would have him cross paths with an old friend he hasn't seen in years, and confront him with painful truths. Crossing paths once more, their lives will once again find change. But will it be for better - or worse?

There are people in this world who see the darkness and sickness that clings like a leech to the soul of the earth more than they have chance to see the light. The laughter, meaning and joy but a cruel illusion slipping through their fingers like water. Judas was one of these unfortunate souls that seemed to be branded by hardship and marked for the hoards born into nothing but a kingdom of dirt and broken glass.