It had been almost a century since the Eclipse Wars had rattled and tore through the Wolf Empires. It left devastation unlike any the world had ever seen and was yet to see, whilst the packs mourned, the mortal world cried over the atrocities of their own wars. Despite time healing the humans, the packs still struggled in an endless strife to gain territory and numbers. All bloodthirsty to be the strongest. Emory grew up in this world, and while her own kind was a constant threat, the vicious fighting had attracted unwanted attention from humans too... Hunters. Living in a world where trust was non-existant, a rogue pack grows in strength under Emory's leadership dodging werewolves and hunters alike. But when a Prisoner of War shakes the beast inside her, she begins to question if all things are indeed fair in Love and War.

She came with a storm that shook the very pillars the town rested on, leaving chaos in her wake but allowing a town that had been sleeping on their own lives to blossom like the fields after good rain. And this was the storm she named.