Midlife can suck it.

Ascending to Alpha of the Black Crater Pack of freaking werewolves wasn't even remotely on my radar. I was just hoping the move to Oregon with my kids would mean less drama than dealing with the ex. Guess that didn't work out.

Now, as it turns out, making friends in midlife is one giant pain in my backside. And believe me, I have enough aches and pains as it is.

While some of the pack is thrilled there's a woman in charge, like the sexy guy I just can't stop thinking about, there's a vocal group who'd rather eat glass than see me succeed.

To top off my stressors, my seventeen-year-old son thinks he wants to be bitten, and this momma is ready to lose her sh—mind.

This new Alpha's about to lay out some new ground rules, so suck it up, buttercup.