"They called her a nobody. They tried to break her spirit. But destiny had other plans."
Elara Moonstone's mundane life shatters when she learns of her royal Lycan lineage. Thrust into a world of magic, politics, and danger, she must embrace her true self to unite warring factions and reclaim her throne. With powerful allies by her side and love complicating her path, Elara's journey is one of self-discovery, resilience, and destiny.​

“If you want MY Elite Warriors to find her then we need to know everything about her, her movements, friends, where she liked to go, etc.” Safyer told him, “you can’t expect us to walk in and automatically know where she is. You want us to just show up and poof! We know where she is.” She huffed. “Contrary to what you may believe, it doesn’t work that way.” She snorted. “We still have to investigate. If you don’t want to send the information then, sorry, but we can’t help you.” She shrugged with a bored tone. Vega just shook his head. He knew his daughter was just being a bitch with Aden.
“Fine,” Aden relented, “where do I send the information?” He asked.
“Send it to Alpha Vega’s email so he can print it out for me and my team.” She instructed.
Vega checked his email, “thank you, Beta.” He said. “My team will be at the airport in two hours. They need time to pack and let their mates know that they are leaving. There is no arguing over that.” He stated.
“I will let Alpha Mason know,” Aden told him, “who will be our point of contact?”
“General Fyer will be, she will be in charge of the case.” Said Vega. “When General Fyer is not available you will speak with Lt. Austin or Lt. Rollins.”
“Oh,” was Aden’s response.
“If you have a problem with taking orders or working with females,” Safyer started, “then you better get over it,” she snapped. “I do NOT and will NOT take your shit or attitude. I worked very hard to get where I am, If you can’t deal with it then I suggest you get over it or find someone else to be my POC.”