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 Series

<p>/"Nope. Go away and leave me here to become one with the daisies. I've decided this isn't the life for me./" It's humor on my part, the atmosphere between us today a lot less strained than last night. He seems brighter, more like his usual self today, working, and training in the sub pack, I could tell he is back on normal form. Carmen even managed to irritate him less as we were all so focused on what we had to do.</p>

<p>This morning, at dawn, started with a twenty—minute yoga type bunch of stretches, a warmup, followed by a two—mile run that was a major shock to my system. I've now added sadist to his list of less desirable traits, because he's a bossy asshole who kept running behind me and pushing me along by my butt when I lagged behind, refusing to let me stop no matter how much I begged him. Or maybe it was just an excuse to put his hands on my ass. Either way, it wasn't appreciated while I was panting like an old person trying to climb a stair.</p>

The Agony