“She doesn’t look like the type to hunt for a common beta,” one sentinel whispered, eyes scanning Avery’s refined features. “She’s the ward of a High Alpha; why would she lower herself to a stray?”

“You don’t understand the desperation of an Omen,” a high-ranking female from a rival pack spat. “Her wolf is dormant. She’s a defect. Hudson is purging her from his bloodline, and she has no kin to claim her. If she wants to keep her place in a High Stronghold, she has to ensnare someone. First, it was the Hayes heir, then the Beta Grant Lawson—but they were just playing with her. No Alpha of worth...