Odette Turin is an omega in her mid-twenties, living at home, and with a number of friends she can't count with figures--because she doesn't have any! Her world is small, she writes and dreams about love, and yet love never seems to find her. She's given up on it all, thinking she'll be rotting in her bed for the rest of her life if things go on like this. When her aunt gives her a few special tickets to a very special party, will she find the pack she's been dying to join, or is she just destined to die alone… And say, if she finds her perfect pack, whose to say they aren't hiding something very, very important from her? But does every perfect pack have to be too good to be true? Why does it seem like everyone knows better than her--is it so bad to just be happy?