His Unwanted Exile Becomes The True Luna

From the back cover

I woke up in a freezing exile wagon as Elara Vance, the only "wolfless" member of a disgraced werewolf family.

We were thrown out into the brutal Frostfang Wilds to die. The ruthless Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, Kaelen Blackwood, took one look at my fragile body and assigned us a rotting, splintered hovel at the edge of the camp-a deliberate execution to weed out the weak.

My father was a broken, catatonic Alpha waiting for the end. My starving mother wept as she tried to force her last frozen crumb of food between my blue lips, while my brothers used their own battered bodies to shield me from the howling blizzard.

The Luna Queen who exiled us expected us to perish quietly in the snow. The other warriors mocked us, waiting for the cold to claim our lives so they could strip our corpses.

"She's lost to the cold madness!" my mother shrieked when I began clawing at the ice with my bare, bleeding hands.

They all looked at me with pity and disgust, thinking my lack of an inner wolf made me a useless burden. They treated me like a fragile piece of glass destined to shatter in this frozen hell.

But they didn't know a modern engineer's soul now lived inside this fragile shell. I didn't need claws or fangs to survive.

I picked up a jagged stone, smashed the permafrost, and decided to build my own fortress. This wasn't an exile; it was my new beginning.