Aesira was stuck in a loop. Dancing around unanswered questions, vague dreams that gave absolutely nothing away, she was stuck with not knowing her place in life. But there was one thing she knew, and that thing was- the ridiculously huge symbol on her back had a huge role to play in her demise. She didn't have a family, that's if you completely disregard the rogue pack, The Rebellion, she was born into. Just as she's about to lose hope, her superior gives her one task. Just one. This one task would determine her freedom. Sure it was an outrageously stupid task and she could tell that she was digging her own grave, she wasn't bothered. Death was better than one more day in the hell hole she lived in. Besides, she just might meet the famous Blind Alpha. Life gives you just one purpose and his was to protect the Moon Goddess' Oracle. The Blind Alpha wasn't what the werewolf population expected of a king. He wasn't heavily muscled, he didn't shift often, he wore too many colourful clothes- in summary, he wasn't just it. But he was a wolf with a great purpose and an unbreakable promise to the Goddess. What happens when this so-called purpose arrives behind his curtain with the intent to murder him in cold blood?