Claiming her Reign
Xiuan bent low and looked at our reflection.
"Nothing new," Xiuan said inside my mind, sounding utterly satisfied. "I am beautiful as ever."
But I, Xian'na, watching from inside, gasped.
The wolf staring back was not the dull gray or brown of the pack wolves. It was a terrifying, perfect pure white, like freshly fallen snow under the sun, with streaks of glowing silver running through the thick fur. Our eyes were not the gold of Goddess power, but a deep, stunning blue—the color of the ocean under the moonlight. I was unique. I was royal. I was holy.
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