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Please. What do you mean?” This time he chuckled. “Oh, little one. It’s simple. Our biology tells when the perfect time to shift is. For wolves it’s between fifteen and sixteen. For vampires we know around thirteen sometimes it’s a bit late coming close to fifteen. Witches and fires shift around seventeen and angels shift sometime between sixteen and eighteen. You still have time. Until your eighteen. Your just not a normal Shifter. You still may be human but you could still be a dark angel. If your special you could be a white angel but there hasn’t been one for hundreds of years so it’s very unlikely.”

She reads, "'This image of a wolf with the lips raised around the teeth usually means speaking up about what you dislike. This image has been associated with civil wars, rebellions, or uprisings against usurpers.'" She looks at me. "This could mean something, right? Then I looked into the moons. So," she flips a few more pages. "Shifters are decently spiritual. They worship the Moon Goddess, whose name can vary in lore, but mostly it's about a connection to nature and the phases of the moon. Placing the phases around the wolf can mean several things, but mostly, it's a 'backing by the goddess'. So, a righteous cause." Ah. Religious fanatics. My favorite.

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Was this why my grandfather avoided this place, or were the choices made by the recent ruler? Moments later, Chris Kingson, the shifter king, strode into the circle. Cheers erupted from the gathered shifters, displaying their allegiance. I was nobody compared to him, much smaller. He had years of experience in shifting and combat; I was just starting out. There was a chance I wouldn't survive tonight, but I refused to accept that fully. I pushed the thought away, tempting fate as I had so many times before. What made tonight different? I'd survived injuries that should've killed me, emerged stronger from near-death experiences. The recent encounter near death had brought me my wolf. With her

the Chan Clan the protectors of the ancient Golden Dragons. That blade is given to all the protectors once they become of age. The only people with our bloodline can use the blade at its full capacity as you saw. The blade that was used to stab Shawna is dipped in dragons’ blood and enchanted with old ancient magic. It is deadly for all shifters and super naturals. It prevents the person from healing, and they will bleed out with just a cut no matter how big or small. The only thing that can reverse the magic of the blade is dragons’ breath.” “Wait a minute So Dragan shifter exist. Just how many kinds of shifters are they in this damn world. What kind of fuck shit is all this.” Mina said.

"The cat shifter you and Lazarus took an interest in. I want in. I want her." QUICK NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Hello, beautiful souls! < 3 I'm really sorry it's taken me so long to update this, but I guess I've been a little too focused on a new project. Since there's a new LGBTQ+ contest on the platform now, I'm all sorts of excited to participate, so I was a little too anal with the plot and pulling those chapters together. If you're into MxM romances with some shifter action, you'll be happy to see my first same-sex couple creation next week. In the meantime, I'll do my best to focus on a reasonable schedule for this book, possibly settling with new chapters every day or every other day. I hop

She was going behind enemy linesor rather, into dragon territoryto seduce a seriously dangerous dragon shifter. How the hell did I get here? It wasn't the first time she'd asked herself that question. Before tonight, the idea of chasing down a man who could shift into a dragon was ludicrous. Not because she didn't think they were real; she'd grown up her entire life knowing the truth about things that went bump in the night. Vampires, dragons, werewolves, shiftersall of it. Until now, she'd been kept safe by her overprotective older brothers, but she was done with that. She wanted to do something meaningful with her life, and tonight that meant quite literally walking into the dragon's den.

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Dutch laughs, and storms forward with his army following. A loud noise echoes into the night where the two armies collide, roars and screeches fills the air as everybody engage with the enemy. Dragons fly above breathing fire over the demon, leaving ash where they once stood. As Tessa rips out the throat of a rogue wolf. Dutch managed to convince a lot of shifters and other supernatural being to join his cause., she looks around trying to find Dutch, she sees him moving towards Landon and she shouts to Aurora and Luna. With a swift move the her body radiated an angry looking blue wave resembling fire toward Dutch, sending him through the air with his back hitting a tree.

"The Black Pistons are primarily dragon shifters. The clubhouse serves as the heart of their territory, a place they can be themselves without hiding their true nature." Dragon shifters. The words should sound ridiculous, but after everything I've seen, after the strange pull I feel toward the twins, I find myself nodding as if this makes perfect sense. It explains the dragon imagery everywhere, the scales tattooed on their skin, the primal power I sense in them. "And what am I?" I ask, the question that's burned in me since Sorin first appeared at my door. "Riku called me a light witch."