Not every wolf is lucky enough to be born into a pack.

Some had the misfortune to be birthed by rogues.

Banished from the shifters society, Rogues are branded as criminals and treated as less than. Cut off from their packs, most barely last a few years before losing their minds as well.

Rogues-borns are different. Born to savage creatures with no humanity left in their cursed souls, they have no family to mourn, no sins to repent, nothing to lose.

Alpha's decreed all Rogue-borns to be killed on sight, for the protection of the packs.

But Rain isn’t a threat. She was just born unlucky.

Forced into the life of a scavenger on the streets, begging for food from human scraps and always searching for a place to call home.

Until one day, she wanders too far into the forest on the edge of the city.

There, she meets the Ashwood Pack and their Alpha, Orion.

Mate, he says.

But that’s impossible.

When It Rains is created by Rhys McGinnis, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

When it rains

War is not kind. The battlefield is not pretty. Everywhere he looks, the dead lay across the field, their blood splattered across the ground. Around them, the world is in flames, growing closer by the second. Its heat as easily warms as it burns. 


Jax appeared, carrying two more injured on his shoulders, no sign of buckling. He’s their strongest warrior for a reason and despite his own faint injuries, never once showed how exhausted he was. 


It had been hours since the battle began and there was no sign it was slowing down. 


“Put them here!” Vikas ordered, gesturing to beside the other dozen warriors. Some from their pack, some from the others. It was hard to tell anymore. 


“Orion did this,” Jax laid the two warriors down with a grim look. One’s ribcage bared to the world, a clean swipe from his chest to his stomach, exposing the tissue underneath. The other had lost his arm, having it clutched in his other arm, tears pouring from his face. 


Chapter 47: The Luna of Ashwood