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I don’t want any powers! ‘Kaist,’ the brown wolf, growled, ‘you have to accept the truth! You have powers! It is your birthright as a Shadow Rune wolf!’ ‘I-I am not a Shadow Rune wolf! I am a White Fang wolf!’ ‘No, you are a Shadow wolf! You cannot escape who you are!’ ‘I don’t want to! I don’t want you to be my wolf! I don’t want two wolves!’ The brown wolf was furious. He was twice my size at that age. He started to pounce at my weak and small body.

Liam had a strong distaste for the whole no-fur trade and never dabbled in it beyond the bare necessity his position demanded. The mafia don had gone so far as to give the no-fur an affectionate nickname, Turquoise. Liam had always been kind, as had his second-in-command. Gran had forgotten to mention to the occult consultant that the dead feline was Terras Macaster, Liam's beloved right hand tom.

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

My breath came fast and shallow, lips now dry. In the corner, next to a fallen bookcase, stood…an enormous male cat with shiny black fur. Emerald-gold eyes peered into my soul as he lifted his head to hiss at me. I blinked a few times. Yep, I've lost it. Because what I was looking at was a panther, and we didn't have panthers in Colorado. Unless I missed something, okay, remain calm. Remember your farm training. Who the hell was I kidding? This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake.

I think he had a thing for Tawny too. I had finally seen Tawny shift when we were running the obstacle course and her were-cat form was as beautiful and intriguing as her human form. A sleek black cat, which donned a deep hue of orange spots with orange-tipped ears. I had never seen a were-cat in person and although she was small, she was fast and sleek and held power in her agility. She could scramble a wall or tree like nobody’s business. She was a ninja. When I told Mike she moved like a ninja, he didn’t stop calling her by her new nickname ‘the ninja kitty.' Luckily, Tawny took it all in good humor thankfully, because I knew Mike wasn’t letting that one go, it tickled him too much. Fucki

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

The blonde guy says. “Umm, not to be rude but what are your names?” I ask. “Sorry, I am Chris, and these are my sisters, Kylani and Mykenzie. This is Rye and the one that is attached to Kylani us Kaleb.” Chris answers. “Fuck you.” Kaleb growls. “What kind of pets do you two have?” I ask. “We have three cats and two dogs.” Kylani tells me.

The Queen of the Snow Leopards, Asha. The Black Cat of Misfortune, Felix. The White Snake of Serenity, Pearl. The Pink Rabbit of Fortune, Fortuna. Not long ago, they became my contracted beast (though there aren’t any contract between us). The Alpha of the Fenrir wolves, Dómr. My dad’s contracted beast. Is there really a chance for us to win…? Me, Restia, Felix and Fortuna are riding on Forsjá’s back— while running across the forest with Asha and Pearl.

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

“We’re petting apex predators. No one panic.” "Names," the lion offers, almost formal. "I am Aurel." "Varrow," the wolf says, his tail thumping once. "Rime," the tiger adds, simple as a snowflake. “Aurel. Varrow. Rime,” I repeat. “I’m Branwen. You already knew that.” "We did," Rime says. "We smell truth."