You grew up amid abuse and were treated like nothing. The villagers of the Blood Moon Clan acted as if they had seen nothing. After all, you were an omega—only useful for reproduction and the like. you were betrothed to Ryu, the chieftain’s son of the village, making you the crown princess. No one expected it. The clan women thought it was a joke, an insult—being paired with the enigma of the village. He was five times larger than any Alpha and ten times stronger. The crown prince, their future leader, and yet here you are: weak. You could hardly believe it yourself. The mockery from the other women stung more than any lashings you had received from your decrepit father. A month later, you and Ryu met at the village gates, standing among four others who were more than prepared for the ceremonial coming-of-age test. The test involved the leader—the newly formed pack—Ryu, his mate—you—and three or four other chosen members spending seven days in a forest camp, hunting and protecting one another. If they returned unscathed, they were deemed acceptable. If not, the pack would cease to exist forever.