Ivy Sterling thought the worst thing about being a weak omega was the constant humiliation. Then her own pack tried to kill her.
During her mating ceremony to Alpha Derek, her body erupted with silver fire that killed three elders and shattered the sacred bonding stone. The pack called her cursed. Derek called her a monster. His father, Alpha Magnus, called her a weapon to be locked away and bred for powerful heirs.
She ran.
Now she's being hunted by every major pack on the continent. They all want the same thing: control over the mysterious bloodline power she doesn't understand and can't control. Power that makes her eyes glow violet. Power that whispers in a language older than wolves.
Her only refuge is the Dead Lands, territory ruled by Kai Blackthorn, the rogue Alpha who slaughtered his own pack seven years ago. He's brutal, scarred, and absolutely forbidden. Pack law states anyone who shelters her dies.
Kai offers a deal: he'll protect her from the hunters if she helps him destroy the Council that exiled him. She has six weeks before the Lunar Summit, where every Alpha in North America will gather. Where they'll come for her together.
But as Ivy's power awakens, she uncovers the truth. Her bloodline isn't cursed. It's the key to an ancient prophecy that could shatter the pack system forever. The Council didn't just exile Kai. They erased the truth about what werewolves really are.
And the mate bond she feels pulling her toward Kai? It's not supposed to exist. Rogues don't have fated mates. Unless everything the packs taught them was a lie.
They'll either burn down werewolf society together or die trying. But first, Ivy has to survive falling in love with the one wolf in the world she's not allowed to want.

The training map crinkled under Seraphina's clenched fist. She stared at the red line marking Ivy's last known location. The omega had run straight into the Dead Lands. Straight into Kai Blackthorn's territory. Of course she had.


"We're not going in there," Raelyn, her second-in-command, said quietly. The scarred warrior crossed her arms. "My father's friend went after Blackthorn five years ago. We buried three wolves."


Seraphina didn't look at her. She couldn't. If she looked up, everyone would see exactly how angry she really was.


"Twelve," another tracker corrected. "Blackthorn killed twelve enforcers last time the Council tried his territory."


Twelve dead wolves. Twelve warriors stronger than most packs could produce. Dead because they entered the rogue Alpha's domain.


"My father said the Dead Lands are cursed," someone whispered. "Pack magic doesn't work there. It's why he warned me to stay out."


Chapter 9 - The Hunt