Twelve.

Milo POV.

From the day I was born, I was taught about my role in life, about what I'll grow up to be, it wasn't optional for me to be this or that, I had one option and I was going to take it, love it or not, it's my life now, and I had to live with it.

We're not like others, my family is different, and coming from a different species means I'm more than just special, I'm special between the special people as well.

Back in the day, when the gods ran the earth before humans took over and the new world was created, the gods had a love toward animals that had fur and fangs, long nails, and paws. Those animals walked on all four, but they didn't have any consciousness, they were animals, living in packs, running around, but they were guards, dog guards, but the gods needed their guards to be able to communicate with them, so they gave them some conscious, they made them human-like, and then they could shift into their animal form so they can protect the gods.

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