Behind every woman scorned is probably a person who made her that way. For me, it was more than one. It was an entire pack.
I was exiled for exposing a murderous traitor. I was rejected by my mate, our bond shattered forever. Even after being chosen by our goddess, my powers and title will never be enough for them to stand by me.
Now plagued by frequent and debilitating visions of battle and death, my mates and I must fight to assemble an army with no one but our goddess at our back.
Because war is coming, and not everyone will survive. But I was chosen for a reason. I will lead an army if I must.
I will stand in the gap and protect my people and their future, no matter what they’ve done. I will fulfill my prophecy.
Even if it means my death.
Contains mature themes.
