“Before you lie two paths. One, to be a
powerful She–Shifter of this world. The other, a
Sacred Maiden. Have you decided who will be
who?”
The Primal God’s voice boomed, echoing with
immense authority.
We looked down at the sprawling, dense jungle
below–the continent that was home to the
shifters.
The first time we saw this world, my sister
Kiera and I were filled with a deep, primal
terror.
The roars of unseen beasts were a constant
reminder that this was a land of survival of the
fittest.
That was why Kiera had instantly chosen to be
a She–Shifter.
“A cute cat–girl look could be fun,” she’d
mused smugly, imagining some adorable
version of herself.
The Primal God had explained that females
were incredibly rare on this continent. A single
female could have multiple mates.
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To Kiera, it sounded like the life of an empress.
She shoved me towards the shifters, a cruel
smile on her face. “You lived my life in the
human world for twenty years, sister. You’re not
cut out for hardship. Let these powerful males
take good care of you.”
“After all, only the strong survive here.”
I ignored her bitter taunts and walked straight
toward the three magnificent beasts.
Kiera was right about one thing: in this world,
power was supreme.
Later, during the mating ceremony, those three
ferocious beasts shifted into devastatingly
handsome men who pampered and protected
- me.
Kiera, on the other hand, was stuck with three
broken males.
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Even worse, neither she nor her mates could shift into human form. They were trapped as
beasts.
Kiera was consumed by jealousy. Her words
were laced with passive–aggressive venom.
“You’re so lucky, sister. Look at them, willing to
take human form just to be with you. You’re so
weak, yet they’re completely loyal to you.”
I didn’t answer her, my own thoughts dark and
clouded.
Even the weakest human possesses the power
of intellect.
Using my modern knowledge, I taught my mates
how to make fire and hunt more effectively.
I led their Wildplains Tribe to glory.
It was true, they couldn’t live without me.
But she didn’t understand the concept of a wolf
in sheep’s clothing.
If they were truly loyal, they wouldn’t have
poisoned my throat to silence me, or sliced my
tendons to keep me from ever leaving, all
because they feared I would choose one of
them as the ultimate king.
