The Rise Of The Last White Wolf

Traci has spent years being treated like she's nothing. Beaten, overworked, despised by the very pack she calls home. Survival stopped being a goal a long time ago. It became the only thing.

The annual warrior tournament is coming. Packs across the kingdom are sharpening blades and sharpening rivalries, all chasing power, status, a name worth something. Tensions are already running high.

Zayden and Raiden took the throne at sixteen. Their parents died suddenly and the kingdom fell to two boys who had no business ruling yet. They figured it out. Now everyone fears them. But the elders and the kingdom alike keep pushing the same message: find your fated mate, produce an heir, do it before your enemies smell blood. The twin Alpha Kings are strong. That doesn't mean they're untouchable.

When Traci finds out there's a plan in motion to have her killed, she doesn't get a choice about the tournament anymore. She's being pushed into an arena by people who expect her to die in it. What they don't know is who she actually is.

Secrets have a way of coming out. Hidden enemies have a way of stepping into the light. The kingdom is about to find out the truth about a bloodline everyone assumed was gone.

The last White Wolf doesn't stay hidden forever.

Hidden Training

Traci’s POV

“Traci, you need to rest. You’re pushing too hard.” Corbin’s voice cut through the sharp morning air while I drove my fist into the padded target again. Sweat slid down my spine despite the cool breeze rolling through the clearing behind the old patrol cabins.

“I’m fine,” I muttered, throwing another punch.

The target jerked backward. Corbin caught it before it toppled over completely and shot me a flat look. “That response right there tells me you are absolutely not fine.”

“Funny. I thought the dark circles and emotional damage gave it away first.”

His mouth twitched like he was fighting a grin. “Traci,” he warned.

“But Corbin, you know how important this is to me.” I stepped back long enough to grab the towel hanging from the fence post beside me. “For my survival. Out of everyone in this pack, you understand that better than anybody.”

“Yes,” he replied calmly, folding his arms over his chest. “And because I understand, I also know you’re useless if you collapse face-first in the dirt.”

“That only happened once,” I huffed out as I continued.

“It happened yesterday.”

I pointed at him. “Technically, I landed with dignity.”

“You passed out beside a tree and scared three patrol wolves.”

“I call that dramatic flair.”

A laugh escaped him before he shook his head. “You are impossible.”

“And yet here you are. Every morning. Still training me.”

“That’s because somebody has to keep you alive.”

Before I could answer, another voice drifted toward us. “Corbin, honey, I brought you two breakfast and coffee.” Marge appeared through the trees carrying a tray loaded with steaming cups and wrapped sandwiches. The woman had