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My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

They planned on using me as a breeder. The outcast growled and backhanded me across the face with enough force to burst my lip and send me crashing sideways into the mud. Before I could push myself up, iron cuffs snapped shut around my ankles Was that it? The end of me? I was sold. Wiped away from the world I knew. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Asheron Behind me, the sound of Kevin and elite Sinclair guards echoed through the night. But they were too slow. Everything was too slow. ‘I am coming’, my wolf roared into the dark, the wind howling through my fur as I vaulted over a massive fallen oak. ‘Hold on, omega. Hold on tight’

Another Dragon Shifter… how could that be? My brain tried recalling all the Dragon Shifters that were left - it was only Vigo, myself, and four of the Elders … then there was the outcast… the one Dragon Shifter that was banished from Endresomera I never expected to meet or see him since everyone was banned from coming near Fêrêmontê, the outcast lands. For obvious reasons, the inhabitants of Fêrêmontê, consist out of the criminals, the outcasts, and the banished. It was the first and latter that you had to be careful of. Now, it made sense why I couldn't hear the call anymore. The outcast land had a barrier that forbade the use of magic.

But this time… they felt different. Not a dream, exactly. A memory. She stood in a crumbling hall old stone, vines choking the walls, stained glass shattered into the dirt. A woman stood at the center, her arms outstretched as figures in black cloaks shouted, their faces masked, their voices cruel. “Outcast,” they screamed. “Breaker of laws. Betrayer of kin.” Samantha tried to run to her, but her legs wouldn’t move. She could only watch as the woman, a tall figure with hair like shadows and fire, was shoved to her knees.

She will be ours. The pent-up anger and stress of finding Amara but losing her again overwhelms me. I need to run. I need to let Fenrir out. Walking out of the packhouse, I head towards the woods, stripping down to my nakedness so my clothes don’t tear. As soon as all my clothes are off, Fenrir starts to come forth. Hearing my bones crack and reset, the pain is just as bad as the first time I shifted. I thought it got easier after the first time, but it doesn’t feel like it.

I say to her not allowing her to respond and give her a kiss on the cheek and run upstairs ROSE’S HOUSE BUSHWIND TOWN 16:30PM 5 DAYS LATER My aunty decides to throw her annual barques, and invites over all our new neighbours, and surprisingly everyone turned up even Mr Frank our next-door neighbour who always ignores us anytime we greet him. My aunty Rose is a free spirited and outgoing individual makes sense why Sophia is the way she is, bringing people together is her thing. Sophia and Aunt Rose have successfully manged to fit into this new town, but me on the other hand I’m still struggling to find contentment here.

Protecting *himself* from the taint of me. Tears mixed with the rain on my face, hot and shameful. Weak. Crying again. Always crying. Omega tears. Meaningless. I stumbled over a gnarled root, crashing hard onto my hands and knees in the slick mud. The impact jarred through me, a sharp, clarifying pain. I stayed there for a moment, gasping, mud soaking through my jeans, the cold seeping into my bones. The pack feeling was fainter here, muffled by the trees and the rain, but it was still there. A low, insidious thrum at the edge of my awareness. *Outcast. Runaway. Failure.*

Malachi answered me. A new lone wolf in town. It could be a potential problem. Most outcasts were problems but if he was an Omega then he would keep to himself and steer clear of our pack. Outcasts were notorious troublemakers, which was why they were cast out in the first place. After a while the wolf turned towards the woods and ran off. Malachi and I kept standing there for a while longer and watched the empty garden. A shiver ran down my spine and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Right where the wolf had stood, a black shadow turned and moved into the woods.

For once, I was glad that everything happened when and how it happened because it was what led to my being here, I Darren's community of rogues. Laughter broke free from my mouth when my new reality smacked me square in the face. I was now living with the outlanders I was so afraid of coming in contact with. I was now one of them. I was an outlander, an outcast but I didn't feel weird because even while I was in Jace's Pack, I was still an outcast. Maybe being an outcast wasn't as bad as I thought because here in Darren's small community of rogues, we were all outcasts, no one was better than the other and we were happy.

ATTICUS POV Our body twitches and flexes as we watch our mate board the train. How she convinced us to let her go is still baffling us. We gave the agent accompanying her strict orders but something could still happen to her. She is going to a place of conflict. Conflict in Outcast. We can't believe it. Every book we have read says Outcast has never had any issues. It's design has always served it's purpose well. But now they are having issues. Now that we are King it is having problems.