Stray

Midnight Moon isn't a sleepaway camp for pups. And it definitely isn't an academy for the youth of privileged packs.
It's for adult rejects.
The runts. The unwanted. The loners.
So which am I? After my family died, all of the above. I suppose that makes me a perfect fit, even if I shouldn't be.
I was sent here, not only in hope of forcing my transition but also for protection from an outcast aiming to stop me from claiming my rightful spot.
While it might be the best place to hide, I quickly discover I'm not invisible.
The Four have pinned their eyes on me.

With the line already crossed by the runt, the stray is fast to follow. His charm and wit make him easy to adore. When he helps me in my time of need, my numbness begins to fade and my affection for him grows ... even though I've claimed another.