LOGINIMOGEN LANCASTER has spent six years as an outcast in the Williams pack, hiding her true heritage as the last heir of a slaughtered Alpha bloodline. Tormented by the Williams triplets: KYLE, ASHER, and CASPIAN, she’s convinced herself she’s worthless, unaware that their cruelty was orchestrated by a traitor working to prevent an ancient prophecy. On her eighteenth birthday, Imogen’s first shift reveals her as the legendary Marble Wolf, whose multicoloured coat marks her as the Goddess’s chosen one, destined to unite the four Guardian bloodlines. Worse, she discovers the triplets are her fated mates—a triple bond blessed by the Goddess herself. As Imogen struggles to reconcile years of pain with the undeniable pull of her mate bonds, darker forces emerge. XAVIER SILVERCLAW arrives to claim her through an ancient betrothal contract, intending to use her as breeding stock. When the Goddess channels through Imogen to strip Xavier of his power, his ally ELIZA SILVERTHORNE—a distant, corrupted Lancaster relative—takes up the cause, kidnapping Guardian bloodline wolves and attempting to corrupt Imogen’s bonds. With her grandmother’s long-hidden secrets finally revealed and her childhood friend HAMISH discovered alive after years of captivity, Imogen must embrace her destiny. She learns that true strength comes not from domination but from service, and that the prophecy isn’t about ruling—it’s about healing. By completing her bonds with all three mates and channelling divine power to defeat Eliza, Imogen proves that love conquers manipulation. The Marble Wolf’s true purpose isn’t conquest, it’s restoration.
View MoreIn the car for what should be just another boring car ride. Some days, I'm just as glad that I can't drive or at least drive properly. As I still only have my learners even after a year of having it.
As I sat in the passenger seat with a pen and my trusty notebook on my lap, which wasn't unusual for me to do. It depended more on whether words appeared on the page or not. Now there was the million-dollar question.
“Don’t forget, tonight is the pack bonfire.” Grandmother said.
“Yeah, I know,” I said as I drummed my pen on the notebook, not that anyone had noticed, not even my grandmother, that it was my 18th birthday, not that I cared. It was safer for everyone if I just slipped away and shifted for the first time by myself.
I'd been planning this for weeks, I mean, how could I not? It's not like I could just ignore what was coming. Everyone in my family knew what turning eighteen meant for our kind. The first shift. Most of the pack celebrated it like some bizarre supernatural quinceañera, complete with witnesses and traditions. Not me. I wanted privacy for what would likely be the most vulnerable moment of my life. Grandmother glanced at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You're quiet today, Imogen." "Just thinking," I replied, trying to sound casual while my insides twisted with anxiety. I sketched an aimless pattern in the corner of my notebook, wondering if she suspected anything. "The bonfire will be good for you. The whole pack will be there." She said it like that was supposed to comfort me. Being surrounded by thirty werewolves on the night of my first shift was exactly what I needed. I nodded, not trusting my voice. The plan was simple: show my face at the bonfire, make some excuse about feeling sick, then disappear into the woods behind our property where I'd stashed a change of clothes and some first aid supplies. Everything I'd read in the old journals suggested the first shift was painful. Messy. Intensely personal. "You know," Grandmother continued, turning down the familiar road that led to our family home, "your mother was nervous too, on her eighteenth." I froze, pen hovering above paper. Grandmother rarely mentioned Mom. "She was?" I managed to ask, trying to sound only mildly interested. "Terrified," Grandmother said with a small smile. "But she had the pack around her. It makes it easier, having family there." Great. Now guilt was competing with my anxiety. But I couldn't change my mind. Some things needed to be faced alone, and this was one of them.“Sure, whatever, my luck is I have no wolf. I’m an outsider, remember,” I pointed out.
Grandmother sighed, her knuckles whitening on the steering wheel. "You're not an outsider, Imogen. You're a Lancaster.""On paper, maybe." I turned to look out the window, watching the trees blur together into a smear of green and brown. My reflection stared back at me, a girl I barely recognised most days.The car fell silent except for the soft hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of gravel beneath the tyres. I could feel Grandmother's eyes flicking toward me every few seconds, but I kept my gaze fixed on the passing landscape."Your parents would have wanted...""Please don't," I cut her off, gentler than I meant to. "Not today."She nodded once, respecting the boundary. That was one thing I appreciated about Grandmother—she knew when to stop pushing. Unlike the rest of the pack, who seemed to think my business was theirs by default.As we pulled into the driveway, I noticed Kyle Williams' truck parked near the shed. My stomach clenched involuntarily. Of all the days for one of the triplets to show up."What's he doing here?" I asked, unable to keep the edge from my voice.Grandmother turned off the engine. "Alpha sent him to help set up for tonight. Something about community service.""Great," I muttered, shoving my notebook into my backpack. Just what I needed—the boy who'd read my private journal entries aloud to half the pack when I was twelve, here on my birthday, on the day of my first shift."Be civil," Grandmother warned as I reached for the door handle."I'm always civil." It was true. I'd perfected the art of polite invisibility years ago. Civil was my specialty. Civil was safe.As I stepped out of the car, Kyle emerged from behind the shed, carrying a stack of firewood. He'd grown taller since the last time I'd seen him up close, his shoulders broader under his faded t-shirt. When he spotted me, he paused, an unreadable expression crossing his face.I dropped my gaze and headed for the house, clutching my backpack like a shield. Six more hours until sunset. Six more hours until I could slip away and face whatever was coming on my own terms.Because no matter what Grandmother said about family and pack, some transformations weren't meant to be witnessed. And some wolves, especially ones like mine, that might not even exist, were better off running alone.The walk to the house felt miles long with Kyle's eyes burning into my back. I kept my pace steady, not too fast to look like I was running away, not too slow to invite conversation. Just the right speed for someone who didn't care.
"Imogen," his voice called after me. I pretended not to hear, mounting the porch steps with deliberate focus. "Imogen," he tried again, closer this time. "Hold up." My hand froze on the doorknob. I took a breath, arranged my face into a mask of mild disinterest, and turned. "What?" I asked, the picture of polite indifference. Kyle stood at the bottom of the steps, wood still balanced in his arms, a thin sheen of sweat making his skin glow in the afternoon light. His amber eyes, the signature Williams trait, studied me with an intensity that made me want to disappear into the floorboards. "Happy birthday," he said quietly.The joy I'd felt during those first moments after shifting had been pure and uncomplicated. Now it was tangled up with the revelation about the mating bond, about Kyle and his brothers, about everything that had just shifted in my world like tectonic plates rearranging themselves. I started the long walk back to the house, my bare arms prickling with goosebumps. The bonfire would be dying down by now, most of the pack probably heading home or settling in for the night. Maybe I could slip in unnoticed, pretend I'd been feeling sick and gone to bed early. Grandmother would want details about my shift, but those could wait until morning. Everything could wait until morning. The sound of footsteps behind me made me freeze. Not Kyle, I would have felt him through the bond. These were lighter, more cautious. "Imogen?" A familiar voice called softly. I turned to see Caspian Williams emerging from the trees, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. Unlike Kyle, he looked uncertain, almost
The moment my nose touched his skin, electricity shot through me. The mating bond flared to life, bright and undeniable. I jerked back with a startled yip, but the damage was done. I could feel him now, his emotions bleeding into mine through the connection. Worry. Hope. Longing. And underneath it all, a fierce protectiveness that made my wolf want to lean into his touch. "There," he said softly. "You feel it now, don't you?" I did. Goddess help me, I did.I nodded my wolf head once, a jerky movement that felt awkward in this form. The bond pulsed between us, warm and terrifying and completely unwelcome. This wasn't how I'd imagined my eighteenth birthday going. Hell, this wasn't how I'd imagined my entire life going. Kyle's face softened with something that looked dangerously close to relief. "We don't have to talk about it now. You're probably exhausted." I was. The shift had drained me more than I'd expected, and the emotional upheaval of discovering my mates, *mates*, plural,
"Imogen?" Kyle's voice was barely above a whisper. "I know you're close. My brothers are gone; I sent them back to the pack. It's just me." Lies. It had to be lies. I pressed myself lower against the ravine floor, trying to become invisible. "I know you don't believe me," he continued, his voice coming from somewhere above. "But I swear on my mother's grave, it's just me. Asher and Caspian went back to tell everyone you shifted successfully. That you're safe." The mention of his mother caught me off guard. She'd died when the triplets were young, I remembered that much. Kyle never talked about her, never swore by her memory. It wasn't proof, but it gave me pause. "Your clothes are still in the clearing," he said. "And I found this." Something small and silver glinted in the moonlight as he held it up. My mother's pendant. Relief flooded through me so intensely that I whimpered before I could stop myself. The sound gave away my location. Kyle appeared at the edge of the ravine, l
My hands began to tingle, then burn. I looked down and watched in fascination and terror as my fingers elongated, nails darkening and sharpening into claws. The sight should have been horrifying, but instead I felt a strange sense of rightness, like pieces of a puzzle finally clicking into place."That's it," Kyle murmured. "Let it happen. Don't fight it."Easy for him to say. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to resist this transformation, to stay human, to stay safe. But my body had other plans. My jaw ached as my teeth shifted and sharpened. My hearing became impossibly acute; I could hear Kyle's heartbeat, steady and reassuring beside my own frantic rhythm.The world exploded into scent. I could smell everything: the rich loam beneath my hands, the sap in the trees, the lingering smoke from the bonfire miles away. And Kyle, pine and earth and something uniquely him that made my emerging wolf whine with recognition."Almost there," he said softly. "You're doing great, Imogen






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