"Some lives are born from the frozen silence of a grave."

Vespera is a bloody paradox walking through the snows of Alberta. The only legacy of a cursed night where a vampire's cold poison and a wolf’s feral rage knotted within a dead human womb. She is a hybrid baptized by her mother’s final breath; she is the one who survived by sucking life from death.

As an unbranded Omega, there was no place for her—not even on the dustiest shelves of this brutal hierarchy. Yet, Vespera’s eyes were never on the arrogant thrones of vampires or the blood-stained leadership of wolves. Her only dream wasthe small, fragile family she built with a handful of outcasts. She was naive enough to believe she could flee from her destiny; but in the lands ruled by High Alpha Varg, every escape was merely a red carpet rolled out for the predator.

When Varg—the High Alpha of cold iron and silver wrath—found her in the darkness of the prophecies and the silence of her unawakened wolf, what he offered was not a rescue. It was a sinister bargain that touched the most intimate agonies of her soul.The High Alpha’s voice was as cold as a blade’s edge, yet filled with a lethal promise:

"When the rhythm of that heart, born from a dead womb, begins to beat only for my name... that is when you will survive the true hell within my own heart, Vespera. Do not just give me your submission... Give me those bloody syllables that have never been heard before."

As silver ashes fall one by one from the sky, Vespera must make a choice: She will either vanish as a silent syllable in the claws of a monster, or she will turn herunawakened wolf into a nightmare that will stain all of Alberta in blood.

"Those born of death can only be sealed in blood."

I walked through the dim, stone-carved corridor, the low candlelight seeping through the sheer tulle sleeves of my sapphire-blue shirt.


My mind was stubbornly preoccupied with the sweet, crisp taste of the pears from dinner and the echo of Varg's wild, fierce laughter at the table. If the monsters residing deep within my soul truly existed, they were proving to be incredibly demanding creatures tonight—and at the absolute top of their list of cravings were succulent, juicy summer pears. 


The exact kind of fruit that was utterly impossible to find in this desolate realm of endless snow and thick ice. But in a single, terrifying heartbeat, the axis of my world violently tilted.


A powerful, heavily calloused hand clamped over my mouth like a suffocating seal. Before a single cry could escape my throat, my back met the unforgiving cold of the stone wall, and a pair of deeply familiar eyes stared down at me through the shadows like a stark omen of doom.


Chapter 105 - 101) Prophet of Doom!