I am Lucy Drakonia, daughter of the Alpha King of Virelan, born to inherit a throne of fire, trained to command the Western host.

But when I was declared wolfless at eighteen, I became a royal embarrassment. A curse. A defect. My pack tolerated me only as long as my bloodline was useful to them.

Then my mate betrayed me. 
My unborn child was taken from me. 
And my father cast me out.

Having no choice really, I vanish into the human world, rebuilding a quiet life far from pack cruelty. But on my twenty-third birthday, something strange stirs within me. Stranger creatures hunt me. Even the Supreme Alpha’s cursed son crosses my path. 

Most bizarre is the strange mark on my back that reveals that destiny does not belong to wolves alone… what had slept in my blood all this while—what had subdued my wolf nature at eighteen—was never meant to kneel.

Now, packs, kingdoms, and ancient forces rise to claim or destroy me, including my old pack. The girl they exiled may be the key to a power older than the Lykara of Dominion itself.

For more than a full second, I am utterly speechless. 


It would have been funny, if not for the grave, heavy look on Tavric's face. 


He isn't joking. He truly believes I'm a vessel of potency, one significant enough for a priestess from Ashkara to travel across borders for. 


That nation lends his words a terrifying weight; Ashkara is the heart of our world's mystic arts, a place of prophecies and ancient magic. For a Seer from those lands to seek out the Alpha King meant this source was serious.


My brow furrows as my mind traitorously supplies the image of the woman I just saw in the bathroom mirror. The "upgraded" version of Lucy Drakonia. 


I shiver, my mouth drying up as the pieces start to rattle against one another. I shake my head ruefully, trying to dislodge the thought.


Chapter 29 - Identity