It sucks being the daughter of an Alpha werewolf. Just ask Poppy Stavros. She fled her small-town pack like her tail was on fire. Nothing could convince her to return. Not the gory death threats on her doorstep. Not her complicated relationship with her ex-boyfriend. Not even her mom’s brutal murder. Nothing.

Turns out, life likes to make a liar of the boneheaded. When her best friend is attacked, Poppy chokes down her pride – and her guilt – to get help from the family she abandoned. She needs their healer. First, they need her to Classic replica take her mother’s place as Pack Alpha, a role Poppy knows carries a death sentence. Renegade werewolves want her crown, and the only way to claim it is off Poppy’s corpse.

Well, Poppy is an Alpha, and an Alpha fights – sometimes dirty, but always to win.