UNCLAIMED, THE MOON OMEGAS

The technology we grew too dependent on has killed more people than bullets. EMP detonations had crushed our media-driven lives. The cyber-world destroyed we lost communication, transportation, law, and order. The wild West was reborn. Boundaries had been drawn. All survivors scrambled to be safely claimed within a territory. My mother and I fled to the coast — swearing allegiance to Lucretia, the Sea Queen. The Omega Queen promised to keep us sheltered and fed. In return, we'd protect, fighting to keep our lands and our bodies. I thrived here, growing stronger and faster. I was a natural warrior, maturing on every front. By 18, I captained my own company, leading and caring for my sisters. Women who knew the danger that roamed outside our borders. Alpha's, greedy and dangerous predators that hunted. They'd use our DNA to damn and conform us into submission. The queen kept us safe. But the world was slow to recover after the Fallout. We struggled. And struggling territories are vulnerable and weak. My assignment was to find a suitable partner. An Alpha we could make a pact with. They were oblivious to me stalking them. I'd enter and retreat different territories, lands, and tribes. But my searching stopped when I'd entered the tent of king Lathan Caldwell. Wolf King of the Silver Mountains.