~Liora's POV~
I stepped into the shadowed halls of Blackwood Manor, the ancient estate that had become my reluctant home after my mother's whirlwind marriage to Elias Voss, the alpha of the Silver fang Pack.
At nineteen, I was Liora Kane... no, Voss now, though the name still felt foreign on my tongue. As an omega, my life had always been a delicate dance of suppression... hiding my scents, avoiding alphas, and blending into the human world my mother clung to. But here, in this werewolf stronghold nestled in the misty forests of the Pacific Northwest, hiding was impossible.
The manor loomed like a gothic sentinel, its stone walls etched with claw marks from centuries of pack wars. Elias was kind enough, a stern but fair alpha in his forties, but his sons, my new stepbrothers... were a
