My name is Emily Snow. Omega. Weak. Prey. But the Moon Goddess loves jokes. I have a secret crush on Bryson Taylor. He is our future Alpha and my best friend. His green eyes cut through me like knives. His laugh melts my resolve. His future? Carved in alpha gold. And me? Just a runt who can’t even shift. Until the Blood Moon. On our 18th birthday, Bryson’s teeth grazed my throat. “MINE.” Moonlight. By the river. His hands on my waist. “I want you, Emily. I’ve always wanted you.” His lips brushed mine. Our breath tangled. My DREAM came true! It was the best night of my life. But I did not expect I would receive the biggest betrayal after that. My friend Maya slipped wolfsbane into my wine. “You’ll ruin him! You think a mutt like you deserves him?” Her claws tore my shirt. My blood stained her fists. Then—a silver light exploded. Her screams echoed as my wolf woke. Silver veins. Shattered steel. I am the only descendant of the most powerful White Wolf. The pack screamed “abomination!” Bryson’s father ordered my execution. And Bryson just watched. Frozen. So I ran. With his pup in my womb and Maya’s blood on my hands. Years later. He finds me. Bryson stands at my cabin door. His second chance mate snuggles up to him—sleek, high-ranked, perfect. My son hides behind my legs. His eyes: Bryson’s lethal green. “Come home with me, Emily.” His Alpha command rumbles. I laugh. His order can never control me. And my son’s claws? Sharper than his. Bryson steps closer. Desperate. “The pack needs you.” I bare my fangs. “You just need a weapon. But White Wolves never obey.” Bryson’s armies march at dawn. His mate snarls: “Kill the abomination!” But my shadow snaps her neck. My son's howl freezes the battlefield. Bryson falls to his knees. “Emily, please—” I lean down, silver hair bleeding into the snow. “You had your chance, Alpha. Now YOU watch your pack burn.” I will let every Alpha who tries to hunt me down know—White Wolfs don’t roar. WE RISE.