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I noticed other men watching her and I gave them a glare before they quickly looked away. “If you don't want her, then you should let others enjoy our goddess.” Tiger snorted and that got me more mad. If I expected anyone to support me, it'd be him but here he was, siding with his mate. “You know why I can't claim her as ours.” I cried out painfully. “I'm not aware of your silly reason. She's ours and is perfect just like she is. Do you think that the moon goddess didn't do well by mating us with her? If so, you are indirectly calling her stupid.”

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

I managed to get out as I pushed the furry animal off me. That was when I saw it fully. It looked like a cross between a dog and a leopard; the spots on its body and its yellow eyes looking so out of place on it. It barked at me; or should I say roared. The sound loud enough to wake everyone in the mansion. The question now was where it had come from and what it was. I scooped the animal up in my arms, hurrying away from the place before the guards came out to inspect the source of the noise.

Jacksons P.O.V “Tisha… that other girl called her Tisha so…fitting” “We shouldn’t have left, we should have stayed,” my wolf Silver says his voice deep and gravelly in my head clawing at my thoughts. He’s been relentless since we left. I grip the steering wheel harder, the leather creaking under my fingers. My eyes narrow on the road ahead, but the image of her keeps creeping in. Black curly hair, soft like sunlight filtering through leaves. She didn’t belong there, yet she moved like she was part of that wild place. It made no sense.

She was the last Caspian Tiger shifter left on the planet. Sachiko was a three-month-old cub when her family was slaughtered. She had been chasing after a butterfly of all things when the attack happened. Once she returned to find the family burning, Sachiko ran off and hid in the underbrush until the humans left. The young cub stumbled through the hills until she found a nomadic caravan and shifted into her human form. Were-tigers can shift from birth and have an advanced maturity over human children. When the little toddler stumbled into the encampment she was lucky to find a widow who claimed her.

Well the days passed by, Luna and Tala spoke on the phone and text daily. A werewolf and a witch didn't seem like such a big deal anymore. It was finally Sunday the big day. Tala came into the kitchen and pored a cup of coffee Zuri was also in the kitchen having her morning coffee. " So mama watch making tonight? " said Tala as she sat down at the table with her mom. " Tala are you sure about this? I feel so uncomfortable. I have worked my whole life to keep my distance from werewolves." said Zuri.

Philip had no idea what happened in Black Wind Canyon. He was already close to White Tiger City. This was the central city of the white tiger royal family, and warcraft and people could be seen everywhere. Many traders on the ground were rushing toward White Tiger City at this moment. Looking at the huge White Tiger City in the distance, Philip was quite astounded. There was no end in sight at a glance, and countless warcraft shuttled among the high-rise buildings, looking just like a dream city.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

Darius lunged toward me, but the ground split between us as energy exploded from my skin. I screamed, at least I think I did, because everything was noise. Pain swirled around me, followed by light and then silence. The air shifted, but I didn't miss the way my bones realigned in a swift, liquid pull, snapping into a new shape I had never felt before. My skin dissolved into fur, white as moonlight. My heartbeat stabilized, my breathing deepened, and I stood. On four legs. A hush spread through the field, and it would have remained like that had someone not whispered. “A… snow wolf?”