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.Caspian shook his head. "None of us did. Dad might have suspected something, but he never shared it with us.""My grandmother kept it from me for six years." The betrayal still stung, sharp and fresh. "Six years of secrets. Six years of pretending we were just ordinary pack members.""She was trying to protect you," Caspian said, though there was no judgment in his voice. "From what we've learned about Silverclaw, she had good reason to be afraid."I hugged my knees tighter. "What have you learned?"Caspian hesitated, and I could feel his internal debate through our bond, whether to burden me with more darkness or shield me from it."Don't," I warned. "Don't try to protect me from the truth. I'm tired of being kept in the dark."He nodded, accepting my decision. "Silverclaw's pack isn't like others. They practice blood magic, rituals forbidden by the Council of Alphas for centuries. Xavier ha
I must have fallen asleep from sheer emotional exhaustion, because when I opened my eyes again, moonlight was streaming through the windows. My phone showed it was just after midnight. Three new texts waited, one from each brother, but I couldn't bring myself to read them.Instead, I opened my conversation with Marcus, confirming our coffee meetup tomorrow. Something about his straightforward friendship felt like a lifeline in the chaos my life had become.I got up and moved to the window, gazing out at the moon hanging full and bright above the pack lands. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, drawn to the night and the forest beyond. She wanted to run, to feel the earth beneath our paws, to howl our confusion to the stars."Not tonight," I whispered to her. "We need to rest."But rest wouldn't come. My mind kept replaying everything: Xavier Silverclaw's cold eyes, the Williams brothers' confessions, the Go
“I only sort of got what I wanted after I took off. Kyle just had to be there. Do you know why my pack did that? It was a rite of passage, especially for my bloodline. A private moment with the Goddess herself. Probably why my shift was so hard and took so long to start, she was watching. After I shifted, you and Caspian arrived, it was as if only finding your mate mattered; the rest was just details you’d just work out as you went along if it didn’t play out as you wanted, which it didn’t.” Asher looked genuinely pained at my words. Through our bond, I felt a complicated tangle of emotions, regret, shame, and something deeper that made my wolf whine with recognition."I know that now," he said quietly. "I've been learning about Lancaster pack traditions since the bond formed. I should have respected your heritage from the beginning."
His response came quickly: *We all could. Especially with Silverclaw circling. Want to meet tomorrow? Somewhere NOT at school?*I considered it. Getting away from the Williams house, away from the constant pull of the triple bond and the weight of everyone's expectations, sounded like exactly what I needed.*Yes,* I replied. *Coffee shop in town at 10?**Perfect. And don't worry - I'll make sure none of your three shadows follow us.*Despite everything, I found myself smiling at that. I set the phone down just as another knock came at my door. Through the bond, I immediately recognised Asher's presence; his energy was different from Kyle's, more intense and tightly controlled."Dinner," he called through the door. "Can I come in?"I sighed, too tired to fight the inevitable. "Fine."Asher entered carrying a tray loaded with food - far more than I could possibly eat. His eyes darted
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