A month had passed since Freya had been brought into the Northridge Pack, and slowly, painfully, she had accepted the truth of her existence. She was nobody—just a wolfless omega bound by circumstances, thrown into a world where she had no real say in her future. The first few weeks she had clung to fragile hope, imagining that perhaps her old pack would send for her, that perhaps her father would beg the Alpha to reconsider, that maybe—just maybe—her fate could be undone. But each day ...