Prologue
Prologue
I have no voice in my pack. Most don't bother to speak to me anymore, and I don't make an attempt to talk to them. I am the Omega, shunned and kept at arm's length. There’s little point in my trying to communicate.
I might as well be mute.
If I hadn't upset my pack's previous Alpha, I wouldn't be in this situation.
To top it off, I'm the outcast of my pack without a mate. This only makes matters worse for me. Women in my pack are treated as if we are property. We are allowed to speak as a unit with our mates, but, until then, our parents own us…
Except, I don't have those, either, anymore, so, I belong to no one.
And, that’s it. I barely have a pack and I don't have a family…
My life is a bit catastrophic, I guess, as far as Wolves go.
I guess I should probably introduce myself.
My name is Aurora O’Ciardha. I just turned twenty-two and I am the weakest member of my pack. My pack consists of only twelve members and is the smallest North American nomadic pack, keeping to ourselves. Our former Alpha felt this was easier and safe for us, but, it also means that we have few alliances and many still see us as utilizing archaic practices. We also have the most uncreative name known to the world of Wolves: The Light Pack.
Our former Alpha was relentless and terrifying. When things were scarce in the pack, or an Omega was too weak, they were forced out, keeping our numbers low and allowing us to remain out of sight from other potential threats.
If I don’t find a mate, I am the next to be forced out...and, as our pack is mostly mated and we’re a pack of nomads, I’m fairly certain I’m not finding one.
As it is, my life now has two options: I can accept a forced mate bond and remain an Omega...or, I can accept that I will soon become irrelevant, being forced to find a pack that will take me in or become a lone wolf.
With the arrival of the Alpha's new heir creeping ever closer, I need to think fast.
