Lyra’s last conscious thought was being trapped under debris in a dam collapse. When her consciousness woke up, things were... different. She was in her sixth decade, but her body was slight and curvy, and she had a lot of blue hair in lieu of her normal mud brown. That was different. She meets the medical team, and they are aliens with pointy ears. Fair enough. She now has pointy ears as well. A briefing lets her know she is an omega. She is the only omega on the entire planet and the first of her kind to wake. What follows is a dizzying culture shock, a lot of firsts, and being the target of a mate-drive run that will see her with partners by the end of it. The first Omega Run since the natural omegas died. What could go wrong?

"It was my fault." I stated looking down at my slowly growing clammy hands. He would never forgive me after I told him this. My deepest darkest secret. "You're my mate. No matter how big of a package your life is, I'm willing to stay with you through anything." "Good." Celia, the Omega, runs from her pack because of something she did, or was thought she did. On the run, she slams straight into a rival pack that doesn't handle rogues, even recently turned ones, well. She's about to be left for dead until her and her mate meet in the most unlikely circumstances. Is the package she carries to much of a burden on the pack, but more importantly her recently found mate who happens to be the alpha? Will she survive the most shocking things thrown at her?

Addresses ethical and aesthetic issues in three major works by Henry James.