"In the shadowy world of werewolves, I'm an invisible soul, a mere afterthought. My name is whispered only in relation to my stunning sister, Amy. My existence is a mere footnote, a blind spot in the pack's consciousness. But my father, the beta, was my protector, my shield. Until the fateful night he fell in battle against rogue wolves. His death marked the beginning of my descent into darkness. The pack that once tolerated me now treats me with contempt. I'm no longer just invisible, I'm the lowest omega, a useless shadow. My "blindness" is a constant reminder of my worthlessness.
As I approach the age of the sacred mating ceremony, my anxiety grows. Will my mate reject me, hate me? I can't bear the thought of being bonded to someone who doesn't want me. The ceremony begins, and I'm led to the front of the pack with the other girls from my age group, And then I feel it - the intense power emanating from him, waves of dominance and strength , this could only mean one thing he was from high ranking family either a warrior, beta or alpha. My heart races, my senses tremble. And I flee, escaping into the night, unsure of what lies ahead, but certain that my life will never be the same."
He was a beast. Composed of nothing but sheer brutality, masculinity and power. A mate was the last thing on his mind. . . until he laid his eyes on her.
[ influenced by the story of Hades and Persephone ]