Wings of the Damned

She had no name. She was a number.

She is one of the last, born from the ideas of science and experimental accidents, solvents and unknown chemicals, stuck in a padded cell to envy those who drift and sigh beyond it. She has known nothing, has nothing. The last, yet the first of her kind in centuries, a fact she only knows by the absolute lack of wings and foreign features of the creatures who kept her in the "Before".

She, who had never known anything other than the white of her prison.
She who escaped in the veil of the night, melting into the strange and colorful world that greeted her, free, until it no longer felt like freedom.
She, who burnt down the ones who held her captive.

Becoming a nothing is easy when you enter an orphanage.
Being a nothing is easy when adoption grants you an education.
Being nothing becomes hard when your new homeroom teacher has two pairs of gleaming cold blue eyes focused on your every move and your best friend is his niece.

Elijah Denver, former bounty hunter and the alpha of a well-known pack in LA, finds himself in a very interesting situation when he finds his mate hidden in among his students, and when his niece brings her right into his arms, in the middle of a pack war, how does a man respond to the temptations of a woman with the features of an angel?

The eyes of a wickedly handsome man.
The fears of a timid hawk.
The war of a powerful dark force, hell bent on gaining the mysterious secrets she holds underneath.

The Wings of the Damned, and the ones who soared beneath.