Brooke was following the traditions that had played out for generations within her pack, regardless of her wishing to follow her own path, she knew her place and what her life would hold, or so she thought. Brooke would soon be turning eighteen, she was the eldest daughter of the packs Beta. She was strong, beautiful, graceful, witty with just the right amount of humility, all the qualities you would expect from someone in her position within the pack, someone who, from the second she was old enough to walk, had been trained to become the next Luna of the pack. It was expected that she would be the fated mate of the Alpha's eldest son, Jackson and together they would rule over the pack as a fair and just Alpha and Luna. After all, this had been the norm for the pack for generations. Fate or rather a twist of fate, would bring a bitter territory war the the packs boarders, this war had engulfed the entire Northen territories. The war would force Brooke to see the world in an entirely new way, she would also need to find her place in this 'new world'. The only question is, would she be able to become to Luna she had trained her entire life to be? or would the toll of the war and the sacrifices made force her hand to become something much greater. . . .