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 

I start to tip out the ashes, intending to scatter them at the back of the ancestral cave, when a sound breaks the silence.


I recognize the voice, although the song is new. It’s Stella, howling a mournful and bittersweet melody. 


Beside me, Nash swallows nervously and I glance back over my shoulder. Malcolm and Miranda are still just standing near the cave entrance, looking more and more uncomfortable. I doubt they want to come face to face with the spirits of the pack members who they left behind to be trapped without a proper funeral ritual. 


Stella keeps singing, and soon the ashes that I’ve scattered begin to float in the air, glowing with a soft silver light. They form into the shape of a wolf, one I recognize from my time with the Flagstaff pack, but whose name I don’t know. It gives us a long, searching look, then nods its head once and runs off into the darkness, disappearing.


Chapter Ninety Two