We all hear about "the girl next door", or the girl tamed the bad boy. But, what happens when the bad boy meets his match? Bad girl by nature, independent by force. Sienna learns the hard way, to never trust anyone but yourself to look out for you. Possessive by nature, bad boy by reputation. Zander is renowned for his possessive attitude and dominant way of life. In a world without packs, A world rising from ruin, a moon goddess with a paw to grind and a bone to pick, and 2 hot headed polar opposites. Recipe for disaster. But throw in the fact the only way to bring packs back and have the chaos return to some sort of civility is that of the shifter games? Nothing could possibly go wrong, could it? Shifter games are not for the faint of heart, and definantly only for those who believe they can lead their kind to prosperity. But with leadership comes bumps in the road and alliances with those you never thought you would ever turn to. It also comes with great responsibility. Are they cut out for it? Do they have what it takes to make it out on top of one the most gruesome and ruthless tests the goddess herself has created, in order to test their kind to the best of their abilities to rightfully obtain leadership through sheer grit, cunning and strength? Join sienna and zander on their journey to find out. Let the shifter games begin!
View MoreSienna, present...The thing about my life is that it feels as though I have lived many. From my torturous childhood, to the death of my pack, to being left alone for years.I've seen many things someone would barely see in 3 lifetimes let alone my miserable 1. The fact I'm still here still astounds me. 24 years old and all I've known is misery, distaste and cruel people.I decided when I was able to shift that I would no longer be this awful waste of space person.My road I have had to travel and endure has opened my eyes to alot of things, but I didn't expect my wolf to be the biggest surprise.She is pure white. A mark on her left rib cage that's a match for a quarter moon. I don't know what it means and I only know it's there because of the person I had my first shift in front of.Layton. He's human, but I could
Zander 7 years ago...Knock, knock, knock."Zander, open the door. We are about to head out."Great, just what I needed."Piss off John, I'm not in the mood."That's John, the beta, my father's best friend, confidant, and the guy who does me father's dirty work.I hear John sigh, then receding footsteps. John knows I don't like the idea of this mission. I mean, how can I, when what they want me to do is help them take out another pack?I'm 14 years old, and they want me to help them. I get that being a part of a pack means everyone is involved some sort of way to help the rest of the pack.But this I will not do. This I can't do. There are so many people that make up a pack, I can't bring myself to slaughter them.We have already slaughtered 4 other packs. Not a single one
Sienna 7 years ago....It was a normal summers night, everybody huddled around the barbeques and fire pits. They often did this in celebration of the moon goddess every full moon to formerly celebrate her giving us life, me being the exception of course.As a pack they all pitched in. The children would pick flowers for the table pieces. They would also hand make some decorations, not too many, but just enough to add to the collection that has accumulated over the generations.It was a big deal. To all of them. The parents and adults would pitch in as well. Doing everything they can to make sure the night went smoothly. From running drills to make sure the warriors times were fast enough in case something did happen, to preparing the best meals, while also keeping an eye on the children making sure nothing was out of sorts for the nights festivities.I, however
Sienna 7 years ago....It was a normal summers night, everybody huddled around the barbeques and fire pits. They often did this in celebration of the moon goddess every full moon to formerly celebrate her giving us life, me being the exception of course.As a pack they all pitched in. The children would pick flowers for the table pieces. They would also hand make some decorations, not too many, but just enough to add to the collection that has accumulated over the generations.It was a big deal. To all of them. The parents and adults would pitch in as well. Doing everything they can to make sure the night went smoothly. From running drills to make sure the warriors times were fast enough in case something did happen, to preparing the best meals, while also keeping an eye on the children making sure nothing was out of sorts for the nights festivities.I, however
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