Evelyn just wants to prove her worth to the pack. As the Beta's daughter, she lives in the shadow of her brother Julian, who's destined to inherit their father's title. No matter how hard she trains or excels—top of her class, undisputed warrior champion—her achievements go unnoticed. Her father, Harrison, dismisses her with cold indifference, while the pack treats her as if she's invisible. Bullied relentlessly but too proud to show weakness, Evelyn endures their cruelty in silence. She fights back only to protect the weaker pack members, though no one ever sees—or cares. Julian and his elite circle—Tristan and Declan, the future Alphas; Grayson, the Delta-to-be; and Nathan, the Gamma heir—act as if she doesn’t exist. All Evelyn dreams of is escaping this pack that rejects her and becoming an Elite Warrior for the Alpha King. She longs for a place where she’s wanted. Then, everything changes when a new girl, Lillian, arrives. After a brutal training session, Lillian sees through Evelyn’s defenses and refuses to let her fade into the background. With her sharp wit and fearless attitude, Lillian drags Evelyn into the light—and exposes the pack’s darkest secrets. But can Evelyn truly leave her past behind and claim the life she deserves? Evelyn – 6th Grade I trail behind Julian and Nathan in the school hallway, ignored as usual. The only reason they tolerate my presence is because Agnes insists. She’s been my caretaker since I was little, ever since my mother died giving birth to me—a sin the pack never lets me forget. Agnes was hired to mold me into a "proper lady"—meaning silent, obedient, and out of the way. But she’s secretly taught me to stand my ground. My father, too busy with pack affairs, never notices. Julian’s always surrounded by his future Alpha pack: Tristan and Declan, the golden twins; Grayson, the Delta’s son; and Nathan, the Gamma heir. They strut through the halls like royalty, worse than the most arrogant girls. Agnes forced Julian to escort me after I came home last week with a bruised cheek and scraped arms. I lied and said I tripped, but she knew. In a werewolf pack, hierarchy is everything, and middle school is where dominance games begin. The unranked kids are the worst—desperate to impress the high-born. It’s pathetic. They think popularity comes from blood, not merit. Julian, Grayson, and Nathan bask in their inherited status. Me? I’m nothing. The Beta’s unwanted daughter. The reason my mother’s dead. Lower than an Omega in their eyes. Agnes worries because no one stops the bullying—not even my father. "Move it, fatty. You’re slower than a human," Bianca sneers behind me. I sidestep, but she sticks out her foot. I crash into a locker, books scattering. The hallway falls silent. My eyes dart to Julian—he glances back, shakes his head in disgust, and walks away. Nathan and Bianca follow, laughing. The other students join in, some whispering, others outright mocking. No one helps me up. 7th Grade "Who do you think you are, questioning me in front of everyone?" Bianca shoves me into the courtyard door. "I didn’t question you. I said you can’t hit people just because you’re late," I snap. I shouldn’t engage—it only makes her worse—but I’m tired of her nonsense. She skipped class for coffee and now blames others for her tardiness. I push off the door, but before I can escape, Cassidy—one of Bianca’s lackeys—trips me. Then she dumps her iced latte over my head. Laughter erupts, drawing a crowd. Julian and his friends join in. "Maybe if you trained harder and lost the baby fat, you wouldn’t be such a klutz," Bianca taunts. Then, sweet as poison, she turns to the boys. "Hey, fire pit tonight?" They walk off, leaving me humiliated. Again. But this time, something’s different. Lillian watches from the shadows—and she doesn’t look amused. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across my bedroom floor. I groaned, rolling over to check the time—6:30 AM. Training started at seven. Agnes bustled in, already dressed, her graying hair pulled into a tight bun. "Up, Evelyn. Your father expects you at the field on time." I dragged myself out of bed, my muscles still sore from yesterday’s drills. The scent of Beatrice’s cinnamon rolls wafted up from the kitchen, but there’d be no time for breakfast today. Downstairs, Julian was already lacing his boots by the door. He smirked at my disheveled state. "Late night?" "Shut up," I muttered, grabbing my training gear. The training grounds were already buzzing when we arrived. Donovan, our pack’s Delta, stood at the center, arms crossed as he surveyed the gathered recruits. His son, Grayson, stood beside him, looking annoyingly well-rested. "Pair up," Donovan barked. "Sparring drills first." I scanned the crowd, spotting Bianca and her usual shadows—Vanessa and Cassidy—whispering behind their hands. Their laughter cut off when they noticed me watching. Before I could react, a voice spoke beside me. "Need a partner?" I turned to find Lillian, the new girl from yesterday, offering a tentative smile. Her dark curls were pulled into a messy ponytail, and her knuckles were already taped. "Sure," I said, relieved. We moved to an open space, stretching before squaring off. Lillian was quick—faster than I expected—and within minutes, she’d dodged two of my strikes. "You’re good," I admitted, panting. She grinned. "Had a lot of practice." A sharp whistle interrupted us. Donovan’s voice carried across the field. "Switch partners. Now." Bianca sauntered over before I could protest. "Looks like it’s you and me, Beta’s daughter." I clenched my jaw but didn’t rise to the bait. The moment Donovan signaled to begin, Bianca lunged. Her fist grazed my shoulder, but I twisted away, countering with a swift kick that sent her stumbling. Her eyes flashed with anger. "Lucky hit." We circled each other, the air thick with tension. Then, without warning, she feinted left—but I saw it coming. I ducked, sweeping her legs out from under her. Bianca hit the dirt hard. The field fell silent. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then Donovan’s voice cut through the quiet. "Enough. Evelyn, with me." I followed him to the edge of the field, my pulse racing. Had I gone too far? But Donovan only studied me for a long moment before nodding. "Good instincts. But control your temper." I exhaled, nodding. As I turned back to the group, I caught Nathan watching me, his expression unreadable. The future Gamma rarely showed interest in pack politics—so why was he staring? Before I could ponder it further, a commotion erupted near the gate. Sebastian, our Alpha, strode onto the field, his presence commanding immediate attention. Behind him trailed two unfamiliar figures—tall, broad-shouldered, their scents marking them as Alphas. Tristan and Declan. The twins. Sebastian’s voice carried across the field. "We have guests." My stomach twisted. This wasn’t just a visit. Something was about to change.