Outcast

You know how most werewolf stories end up with the sweet female getting the Alpha, and then there is all that dominance crap?
Not in this story.
You know how if the girl is a rogue, she will magically get caught by her mate's pack and then rescued?
Not in this story.
You know how female werewolf characters have sudden swings from bad ass to quivering lumps?
Like hell that's gonna be in this story.

This is my story.
My world.
We don't have unconditional mates that are magically chosen, we choose to commit to one partner our whole lives. It isn't easy, often it's a battle. Alpha-omega crap does not exist. Some wolves are more dominant, and yes the wilder, more archaic groups have packs and pack leaders, but for the most part we kind of act normal. We don't get controlled by our wolves, we don't have a separate consciousness to battle. The wolf side is just part of our souls.
There is no hiding of supernaturals alongside the mundane. We coexist together, and now since the new era of peace between species, there is little to fight about.

There is only perfection. Little disease, no war, all unicorns and rainbows.

Unless you are part of the Outcasts, who live in Nowhere.
Society's rejects, the leftover unwanted creatures. Lesser elves, weak half breeds, monsters hideously disfigured. Banished because they do not fit in with the current wolrd's ideals.

Stuck up bastards.

My name is Petra McFenn, and I am an Outcast. I guess you could call me Mama Wolf, because no one messes with my family, and that's a lesson the encroaching wolf packs were going to learn.