Prologue

“Ellie, my child, the world will need your strength to save it from a great evil but do not be afraid. You will be sent great warriors to protect you during your journey. Remember to trust yourself, trust your mates and to follow your heart. You have been chosen by the Moon Goddess; do not despair for she will always be with you.” 

It is the same dream I’ve had for years. The same ridiculous statement made by a woman I have never met but for some reason feels familiar and comforting despite the majority of her face being blurry in my dream. With her long, shiny silver hair and piercing blue eyes similar to mine, I used to pretend that she was a long lost relative to fill the void of what I’ve lost. But those were the thoughts and dream of a child desperate to belong. My parents were murdered by rogues when I was only a baby. I was told I was the last of my family’s line with no living relatives. I don’t even have an official last name. I don’t know much about them and my adoptive parents, the Lockes, refused to discuss them, telling me the information will come to me when it’s supposed to. This has left me sinking in a constant feeling of loneliness and the tugging feeling I get when I see that woman only confuses me more. I used to wish that one day, they would show up at the doorstep, telling me it was all a bad dream. I’ve long since grown up and now wish these dreams would stop to allow me to fully accept my adoptive family. Unfortunately, as I have gotten older, these dreams have turned into a nightly occurrence, getting sharper as time has passed, leaving me with anger and a feeling of emptiness when I wake up. 

Me?  Chosen by the Moon Goddess? And what the heck was that about mates?! Mates as in multiple??  I swear, my hormones must be running rampant with my upcoming birthday in two weeks. It’s a laughable concept for me to even have one mate as no one seems to want to have anything to do with me. I’m not the most beautiful she-wolf in the world but I’m also not disgusting. But no one looks my way, except for the Alpha’s son, and frankly he freaks me out with the way he looks at me; his eyes leaving me with a cold, sick feeling in my stomach. It doesn’t help having three triplet adoptive “brothers” watching over me constantly. Even with them gone for the last three years, training at the prestigious Knights League, no one would even look my way. Once they turned 21, the next day they were shipped off without a word to me since, leaving me feeling even more alone. Despite their overbearing nature, Bronx, Benji and Baylor were my best friends and my heart hurts with them being gone. My adoptive parents try to help but leave little room for me to socialize, as I’m constantly training and other than my best friend Cailee, I really have no one to talk to. 

Chosen by the Moon Goddess…what have I been smoking to make me have a dream like that?!