“I’m doing this for you, sister,” she had said,
her face a mask of false concern. “If Mom and
Dad ever kick you out, you can go back to the
mountains. This major will be a perfect fit, don’t
you think?”
Her cruelty was bottomless. She wanted to
grind me into the dirt.
I, feeling guilty, had let her get away with
everything.
But my tolerance only made her crueler, and in
the end, it cost me my life.
Now, I owed her nothing.
And as it turned out, every beast in my tribe
was strong and well–cared–for.
By a strange twist of fate, my major was indeed
a perfect fit.
Kiera’s Wildplains Tribe, however, was not
doing so well.
The cubs born in recent days were either
stillborn or deformed.
A smirk crossed my face. Of course they were.
No cub could be born healthy after consuming
so much toxic salt.
And after living in “civilization” for so long,
relying on tools, the white tiger, black lion, and
golden eagle were now so weak that any one of
my mates could defeat all three of them at
once.
Let alone defeat me, with the power of a primal
god flowing through my veins.
Kiera looked at me with a sneer.
“They’re only with you for now, sister. Once one
of them becomes the Alpha King, they’ll
abandon you.”
“The Alpha King of this forest has the right to
choose any female he wants.”
“And when that happens, a pathetic creature
like you will be nothing but a discarded toy.”
I walked past her to the shaman’s registration
table. With a smirk, I lifted my paw and pressed
my print onto the wooden slab.
“Who told you they were the ones from the
Clearwater Tribe competing for the crown?”
I looked at Kiera’s stunned face, my eyes filled
with thick, undisguised mockery.
She stared at me, her expression turning to
pure hatred.
But then her own mates arrived, and her
arrogance returned in a flash.
“Elara, our Wildplains Tribe is at the peak of its
power. We are ascending to the highest form of
human civilization.”
“Just you wait until spring comes. You’ll regret
this!”
