Isolde’s Pov

I stood outside the huge stone gates of Varnholt Fortress feeling cold and small even though the sun was still up. The guards from my old pack did not say much. They just pushed me through the opening and left me there. No goodbye. No words. They had called me useless for years because I could not shift. No wolf. No claws. Just human. Weak. Defective. So they gave me away like trash.

A tall man in dark armor met me inside the gates. He looked me up and down. "Isolde Marrow," he said like he was checking a list. "The cursed Omega. Follow me and keep your...