Crown Of Moonfire

Sera is nothing. An omega. The lowest rank a wolf can hold. She scrubs floors. She eats last. She is mocked, blamed and forgotten. When the cold Alpha of Ashborne pack meets her at the mate ceremony his wolf screams mine.. He looks at her dirty rags and thin bones and rejects her in front of the entire pack. That rejection is a wound that should have killed her. Instead it wakes something inside her.

Something old. Something royal. Something that has been sleeping for generations.