We are Pack.

What this means is getting more convoluted by the second. I tried hiding from my past, but Fate put a contubernium of 8 wolf shifting soldiers on my trail. I tried running from their love, but the Divine Couple made us the new exception to the rule: a Mortal woman pregnant from her Mea Lupus lovers. And not only that, I became a Mea Lupus wolf in the process.

I am a Divine Gift. Our newborn children a miracle.

I haven't been Chosen. I have been Found.

Extreme circumstances and the hands of the Gods brought us to this point and we're trying to mend our frayed love and slashed hearts. However, upsetting the religious and political status quo put myself, my mates, and our children in more danger than we could have ever comprehended. Rivals from within the Daughters of Menrva surface and challenge us. Nefarious and dark forces swirl around us like smoke, obscuring who's friend and who's foe.

Our family and our future are at risk from EVERYONE around us.

Opportunists and political agents from all over the galaxy are reaching out their greedy blood soaked hands to tear us apart. Will we be able to hold our fragile connection as a new family? Or will we be torn asunder by old hurts from within before our enemies get the chance?

(This is a slow build, fast burn Why Choose/Polyamory Romance. See Foreword for any/all TWs & CWs.)