The Pack Mates of Lunar Crest

With werewolves on the brink of extinction, packs from everywhere came together in an attempt to overcome their differences. The creation of the She-Wolf Games did just that, bringing peace among the territories as packs worked toward the same goal: To save their species. Usually, I’d be touched by such a monumental occasion, but I had no idea werewolves existed. Or that female werewolves were a commodity and the ultimate prize.

Saving the werewolf species from extinction isn’t as easy as the packs of Magaelorum thought. The She-Wolf Games might have united packs in all the territories, but the she-wolf alpha leaders are crazy to think I’ll join their ranks to help continue four — wait, five — powerful bloodlines. If only that was the most of my worries.

I feel as if I know nothing. Hell, half of the wolves of Lulupoterra know nothing. Our naivety will leave us weak, broken, and at the mercy of powerful witches. Our species will be collared or killed off until only those compliant to the five covens that have been protecting the wolf packs for over a century remain. I can’t fathom the thought. I will not let everything my dad sacrificed for me to rise up and fight to go to waste. Now, with our enemies in plain sight, my pack mates and I will show them we won’t be broken.

The witches want me to bow. They tried hard to break me. I can't be broken. After fleeing from the sanctuary and the dark magic of a coven of witches, I must learn the secrets of my existence and find my dad. He has the answers and knowledge we need to fight back. But the witches who have invaded our sanctuary aren't my pack's only problem. Other enemies lie in wait, trying to collar and leash us. They think they can use us to fight a war they started. Screw that. I have one thing they don't. I have my pack mates, and we're made of magic.