"Hi, yes you aren't dreaming, it's the chubby Kelly," I say inwardly as I see the unhappy face expression of Jason who is disheartened. 

The guests laugh at us. They call our couple all sort of names. "The prince charming and the pancakes' eater Kelly" is one I can sadly remember."

"I, Jason Bentley of the South pack, reject you Kelly Thompson as my mate and the Luna Queen," he declared fiercely.

***
Kelly Thompson, an eighteen-year-old curvaceous and wolfless she-wolf, has been quietly admiring Jason Bentley, the heir apparent to the throne of the dominant South pack, for a number of years.

Unfortunately for Kelly, she doesn't get the same attention in return from Alpha heir Jason, as the handsome daughter of his old father's Gammas, Betty Nord, is already the love of the pack's future Alpha. But, the plump Kelly has an advantage over the skinny Betty because of a strong vow made by Jason's father, the Alpha King Don Bentley, that his son will marry the daughter of his Betas who gave their lives two years ago in a fight against the North pack's fiercest adversaries in order to preserve the life of the Alpha heir.

But clearly, nothing goes as smoothly as Kelly imagines.

The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen

Three days after Rhydian tore the First Pack’s essence from his chest, the nightmares began. Not mine—*theirs*. Every wolf in the territory woke screaming, their minds invaded by visions of a starless sky and a voice that wasn’t a voice, but a *pressure*, like the deep-sea weight of something ancient surfacing. Isolde called it *the Hollowing*. 


“It’s not the Dusk Mother,” she said, her fingers trembling as she sketched the new sigils scorched into Eden’s doorframe. “This is older. *Hungrier.*” 


Rhydian, still gaunt and scarless in a way that felt wrong, stared at the marks. “It’s looking for a door. And it’s using *me* to knock.” 


The hollowing