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

“The only way to avenge our parents is to see this pack fall! What don’t you understand?” 


“I’m this pack…so if they fall, then I do too. What is it that you don’t understand huh? Your own god damn mate will fall too, and if she does, you’re dead jasper. The girl you rejected is still going to be your downfall. All of us will perish here today….is that what you want?” 


Jasper snorts and then chuckles in a weird out of place way. His whole manner becoming hostile and he shakes his head as though I’m a naïve child and he’s slightly amused. 


“You think I planned on life after this? My last ten years have been building to the moment I can bring down those who took our family. Once that’s done, I have no reason to keep breathing. If my death is hers, then so long to another Santo.” 


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