As an Omega, 17-year-old Sarah is used to being at the bottom of the pecking order, even in her new pack and new high school. But her usually-boring life changes when she turns 18. She expects to shift—and nothing happens.

Now, as if being an Omega isn’t bad enough, Sarah is also human. But Sarah, to her surprise, soon finds her mate: in the pack’s handsome and compassionate Alpha. And the lowly Omega finds herself rocketing to the top of her pack’s status as the new Luna. Just as it seems that life is finally going her way, Sarah learns of a terrible betrayal that results in tragic death, exile, and upheaval of what should have been her storybook ending… Or does it?

Sarah continues her journey, as she is put to the test with just how many life-shattering changes she can take. Will she live as an outcast? Or as the most respected member of her pack?

Sarah joins forces with her trusted and true friend, Ayala. Together, they search for Ayala’s true mate, attempt to unlock her shifter powers, and fend off threats from the deadly Coello. Can they escape his mercenaries, Isaac and Regan? Or will Sarah and Ayala fall prey before they can find their true mates?

Ayala, 18, has always been a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. After a whirlwind year, she’s ready to settle into her new life at the Santa Cruz tree house, with Jasper, Isaac, Regan, and the other members of the pack. When she suggests they host a bonfire, Jasper and the rest agree. It seems like a magical night. But when Ayala leans in to kiss Jasper, he backs away. She’s ready to give up on him as her mate when fate forces them into a cross-country road trip together. Soon, they learn they have more in common than they thought. Might he be her true mate after all?


The Alpha's Mate 

Soon after we all fall asleep after the battle, though, we’re awoken by a horrible sound. I get up and open the door of the RV to see that it’s midnight, and the moon is glowing brightly. The sound is agonizing and makes me want to cover my ears, but as the Luna, I can’t just ignore it.


I walk toward the noise, noticing that many other shifters have been awoken and are also peeking out to see what’s happening.


I gasp when I realize where the sound is coming from. 


Out on the sands, the spirits of the dead Arizona shifters, whose bodies have been abandoned, are crying out to be returned to their ancestral caves. Pale tendrils, like vines, or chains, are pulling up from the bodies as if they’re trying to escape, but are trapped.


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