Prologue

Have you ever felt helpless? Have you ever felt so screwed and hopeless, for there is nothing you do that prospers?

Have you ever felt weak and constantly humiliated?

Trust me, your deteriorating self-esteem will screw your pride and dominance if that were to happen to you. One would ask how I know this, and I'll confess—This is what I currently face.

Coming from an ordinary pack, with only a few thousands packmates, one would think life is nothing but peaceful. For who would want to ruin such a harmless pack?

Wrong.

Sometimes being ordinary is a crime. Being weak is a crime—a crime that ripped my parents from me, leaving me to take on their enemies—inexperienced, alone and secluded.

What would you do in my shoes? Would you run and leave the remaining of your family, your friends and your followers to die? Perhaps if you stay, would you be able to overcome all with how weak you are?

All the training my father gave me seemed to have gone to waste; I can’t even defeat my beta in sparring. It feels like my bloodline has been cursed to doom and chaos, for I'm the living proof of it.

To think back, how I dreaded the day I’d have to stand up as Alpha, but that didn't stop it. The day came. Since then, it has been forty years but nothing has changed to good, but worst.

About a month ago, we slipped a chance to be taken over by a neighbouring pack—again and our grievances have been massive. I only have a handful of warriors left that wouldn’t stand a chance when we face another attack, for they have been countless.

This is the Moonstone pack and I am its failed leader.