Isabella's Destiny: The Omega's Rise

The biting wind whipped through the dilapidated basement room, a constant reminder of your place in the Half Moon Pack. Four years had passed since the night rogues shattered your world, taking your grandparents and leaving you an omega, blamed for a tragedy you couldn't prevent. Your ribs ached from the last beating, a dull throb accompanying the ever-present hunger.

Dust motes danced in the single beam of light slicing through the grimy window above. You ran a hand over the cracked full-body mirror, catching a glimpse of your own weary reflection. Jet-black hair, deep blue eyes that held too much sorrow for your eighteen years. Tomorrow was your birthday. And with it came the promise of your first shift... and the mystery of the small, silver-wrapped parcel hidden beneath a pile of your few meager clothes.