The Lunar Child

I am nothing and no one.

Such a Debbie Downer attitude, I know. My entire existence is one of mere survival within a pack that sees me as worthless. The alpha is ruthless, but he hasn't killed me yet. Small mercies, right? I've never known kindness, so what do I do when four guys show up with smiles and soft touches? Hide... for all of five minutes.

They're kind of insistent on getting to know me, and everything in me rebels at the thought of running from them. You see, there's this pull. A connection that snapped into place when we made eye contact. They're apparently my freaking mates. All four of them!

Krix, the unappointed leader.
Cashel, the jokester.
Denahi, the protector.
Mavrin, the peacemaker.

I've never heard of someone having four mates, but I don't want to deny myself this one good thing when all I've ever had was misery. I'm a shiftless wolf, so I wasn't supposed to have a mate at all!

My old pack isn't having it, though. The alpha doesn't want to release me, and the she-wolves are all in a tizzy over my sudden popularity with the male gender. Too bad because I refuse to stay when I've been given the answer to my prayers. The Mother of all must have finally opened her ears to me. She didn't make it easy, though. There are a few trials and tribulations headed our way.

Oh, and there's also this thing about a prophecy...