The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates
I stumbled forward just as a roar echoed through the trees.
“AMBUSH!” someone screamed. Shifters, at least a dozen burst from the treeline in a coordinated wave, their forms twisted between human and beast. Not council-affiliated. Rogues. Wild. Feral. Unclaimed by any pack or pride, running off instinct and bloodlust. The first to break through the trees were lupines, but not like the disciplined wolves I’d grown used to. These were larger, patchy-furred, eyes burning yellow with madness. One lunged at a young resistance scout and knocked him flat before I could even move. Behind them came a trio of feline shifters, lean and brutal, more bone than muscle, their claws longer than natural, cur
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