Alora Dennison is an orphaned child from a shamed bloodline surviving in her families old pack. On the dawn of her transition pushing her into adulthood she imprints on the mate she will be bonded to for an eternity, in an unexpected turn of fate.
Only he isn't the man of her dreams. He is the only one in the entire state she would never have wanted to bond too.
Colton Santo is the arrogant, dominant son of the Alpha from a rival pack which is set to unite the packs and reign in one kingdom. In years gone by his disdain for her and any from her bloodline has been prominent. Her treatment by his pack has pushed her to live in near isolation, fearful for her existence and now before all assembled, on the dawn of her awakening, they all just saw her imprint on their future leader.
Fate has decreed it, but everyone around her is about to try and stop it.
Fate isn't about to make it easy on her either, as a long forgotten war erupts in their lands, bringing an age old enemy with a thirst for blood back into the forefront of lycanthrope life.
Will she survive long enough to ever find out why she has borne a black mark on her lineage her entire life? And why exactly, Colton's father is just so eager to see her dead.
Will Colton step up and honour the bond, or will he be the one to deliver the final blow?

Awakening

“Hi. I’m Cesar, this is Jesus…. and the infamous Meadow here.” Cesar nods at me, no hint of either dislike, or friendliness in his blank statement. He’s another tall stocky type and I’m starting to see a pattern with this pack. Best of the breed and all alarmingly alike, except Carmen, the only blonde among them. They’re all big, strong, and have lashings of both aggression and attitude, common among our strongest. I’m sure as a pack they have many a battle of wills and lots of spats. 


“She knows who we are, don’t you, Amiga? She has Cole’s memories and I’m sure she knows how to access them.” Meadow strolls in front of me, heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her eyes wandering over me as she takes me all in without caring how uncomfortable it’s making me. Devouring my appearance with a critical eye. 


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