I am Lucy Drakonia, daughter of the Alpha King of Virelan, born to inherit a throne of fire, trained to command the Western host.

But when I was declared wolfless at eighteen, I became a royal embarrassment. A curse. A defect. My pack tolerated me only as long as my bloodline was useful to them.

Then my mate betrayed me. 
My unborn child was taken from me. 
And my father cast me out.

Having no choice really, I vanish into the human world, rebuilding a quiet life far from pack cruelty. But on my twenty-third birthday, something strange stirs within me. Stranger creatures hunt me. Even the Supreme Alpha’s cursed son crosses my path. 

Most bizarre is the strange mark on my back that reveals that destiny does not belong to wolves alone… what had slept in my blood all this while—what had subdued my wolf nature at eighteen—was never meant to kneel.

Now, packs, kingdoms, and ancient forces rise to claim or destroy me, including my old pack. The girl they exiled may be the key to a power older than the Lykara of Dominion itself.

They say the world is simple once you understand where you belong.


The Dominion of Lykara is divided into four regions—Virelan, Frostmire, Solthera, and Ashkara. Each region has its own Alpha, its own packs, and its own rules. The borders are clear on a map, but living inside them is another thing entirely.


Above all four regions stands the Supreme Alpha.


He isn't chosen by blood or birthright. The Goddess selects him when the balance of the Dominion begins to shift. When that happens, every regional Alpha answers to him, whether they want to or not. His job is to keep the peace. His burden is carrying the blame when peace fails.


I was born in Virelan, the western region. Virelan values tradition. Order. Lineage. It doesn't rule the other regions, no matter what people whisper—but history shows that many Supreme Alphas have come from its packs. Some call that pride. Others call it destiny.


To the North lies Frostmire, where the land is cold and mercy is rare. Strength is the only language spoken there, and Alphas who hesitate don't survive long.


To the East is Solthera, where wealth speaks louder than fangs. Their power is quiet, measured in alliances and favors rather than bloodshed.


To the South is Ashkara. Few speak openly about it. Priests live there. Seers. People who remember things the rest of us are taught to forget. If the Dominion has secrets, Ashkara is where they are buried.


Beyond all of it lie the Scarred Wilds. No pack claims that land. No laws protect you there. The ruins scattered across it are older than any Alpha, older than the Goddess's silence. Wolves avoid the Wilds because something there never truly died.


This map will show you borders and names.


It won't show you what it feels like to be cast out of one.


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