The Queen Of Dragons

CHAPTER 1

Before we start I would just like to point out that her 'House' I imagine it like ones from the live version of the Flinstones (I am too lazy to put a picture in) so please google it XD 

-Birdyy

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"Are you ready kid?" Joe said, smacking his fist into his palm

"Eye Eye Captain" I replied raising my hand into a salute.

Joe did not look impressed as he gave me his nasty eye, then turned his head and nodded a silent message of 'Give it to her', and give it to me she did, one minute I was standing the next I was on my back wheezing for air. I looked up at my opponent Sasha with disdain.

Sasha was an amazing fighter and used her weight and strength to her advantage, she also towered over my 5 foot 4 lanky frame and was pretty lucky to be given the killer curves that she had, well expected to have, to be a bear shifter and all. All shifters had similar traits to their beats, it only makes sense to have similar features and qualities as your species, except me. I am a short lanky blonde she-wolf, what is considered an anomaly to my species, who were all tall, fit and tan and had hair colors that ranged from red, grey or brown that correlate to the color of our wolves. My white blond hair confused everyone, the elders, the Alpha's, High Priestesses and the council. Becuase of this I didn't have many friends in school and if anyone tried to approach me their parents would always find some weird excuse for them not to be my friend because I was 'The weird one', That doesn't mean I don't have friends, no I have 3, 2 of whom are werebears, Sasha and Kai, they were both brown bears and my best friend in the entire world James, the alpha's only son out of six. he was a Red wolf and had flaming red hair that I tease him about, calling him 'Ginga Ninja' and 'Fire Cracker'.

Snapping back to reality after being flung over Sasha's shoulder and slamming into the ground did I finally get my senses back, I kicked my left leg into the back of her left thigh, making her stumble to her knees. I pushed myself off the ground with my hands and launched myself onto her back, and held on for dear life. the advantage wolves have when fighting bears is that they are slower than us, and require to be fighting us face to face so they can use their height, weight, and strength to their advantage, but from behind they are weak, unable to defend that area. Sasha stood up with me dangling from her back, I use this opportunity to wrap my legs around her belly. she tries to swing at me over her shoulder but her moves are too predictable and I dodge each and every one until she tires out and collapses onto the ground. 

Slow clapping could be heard from outside the ring, it was Joe and he didn't look impressed.

"Is that the best you got Sasha, why didn't you try and flip her off you or roll on her" he snapped at her.

Joe wasn't the type of guy you would want to mess with, he was a tall hulking Black bear, with a scar that stretched from his blind right eye to his heart, He had dark brown skin that reminded me of dark chocolate and bulging muscles from the years spent at War, fighting for his clan.

"And you" he points to me, glaring ever so slightly

"What kind of attack was that, If you weren't off in La La land you would have won without a scratch"

I rolled my eyes, but only when I knew he wasn't looking at me, no matter your age, gender or species he would whoop your ass if you showed the slightest sign of disrespect towards him, I learned that the hard way when I was 12, I spoke back to him so he smacked my bum with a boxing pad that left me unable to sit for a week.

Now in the gym's showers with Sasha we gossiped about clan/pack life, she told me about a stupid fight between her father and uncle over this years fishing spots. It was Salmon season and all the fish heading towards mating grounds were heading through lake Growl, where bear families caught enough fish to last them through winter. They didn't just eat fish, they also grew berries in the communal Gardens that Sasha told me about, and kept bees for Honey. I would really like to visit the bear clan one day, but it was forbidden, only high officials and leaders of the clans were allowed to travel into other clan territories, but only with permission. That didn't apply to 'them' though, The dragons of the Arctic mountains. They were our leaders, they ruled over every species on our continent.The king of the dragons name was Roden, he is feared throughout the land along with his sons, who are said to be massive womanizers and very cruel. I fear the dragons very much as does everyone. They come for annual visits to each clan to collect taxes, made up of rare exotic fruits, spice, and vegetables from the birds, Silks and rare cloth from the cats, minerals, and ores from the humans, meat from the wolves and fish and honey from the bears. I don't know what taxes the vampire have to pay, but they are said to be very wealthy and are a huge threat to us, being immortal and having superhuman abilities such as speed, strength, and powers. The vampires used to rule the land once, right after the destruction of the old world, once ruled by humans and their strange machines and obsession with power and wealth. The vampires took the humans as slaves and forced the shifters into harsh labor or mining and foraging the ancient human cities. Until one day the dragons came, they flew down from the heavens and eradicated the vampire army and satanic king, freeing the shifters and humans. They have ruled for over 1000 years and it has always remained the dragons in power.

Coming back to reality to hear the end of Sasha's rant about how her father is totally right, that her family has always fished from the cliffs and how her uncle only wants to break tradition because...yadda yadda yadda, I zoned out again only for her to ask me if I agreed or not. I nodded my head and she smiled. I finished up my shower and dressed back into my black hide pants, leather breastplate, and boots, Common wear amongst us wolves as it was easy to remove for shifting, fighting and hunting in human form. Wolves were seen as the warriors of the shifter clans, while the bears known for foraging, cats known for hunting, birds known for tracking and dragons for leading. 

Heading out of the gym owned by Joe, sitting right on the borders of both wolf and bear territory. I headed east towards my den, nestled in the middle of town, made out of clay, straw, and mud and painted with wild berries to make it red. every den on my street were all unique in shape, size, and color to suit the family. My family was only a family of four, my mother, father and elder brother so our house was pretty small compared to my best friend Kai, who is the son of our alpha's and one of six, so he lived in a large hut three stories high and painted white. Heading into my den I see my brother and father roughhousing on the floor, my mother standing by and laughing. Every wolf family was always like this, fighting over everything, it was in our nature to fight for our survival, even if it was over the stupidest of things.

"Oi, snap out of it both of you, we can't afford to replace the clay plates again" I snap at my idiotic father and brother

they don't stop so I glare at my giggling mother who was egging my father on to 'pin him down hun, don't let the pup win' she stops once meeting my icy gaze

"Ok boys that's enough boss lady has returned" my mother pouts

I roll my eyes, I can't help that my parents act like rambunctious pups and not full grown wolves. So I take charge of everything in my family, from taxes, shopping, chores and even giving my parents a small allowance once a week because money slips through their hands like water. My brother was a different story, this week will be the end of my brothers first year a shifter, as he finally turns 19 and will be assigned a place in the pack based on skills, traits, and dominance. My family reckons he will be either a warrior or hunter, he has always been a good fighter, never as good as me, but a good fighter none the less.

"Oh grow up mother, you should be thankful that I do take charge because if I didn't we would be poor and be living in the wild on scraps" I cross my arms and storm out of the room, but not quick enough to hear my brothers 'quiet' remark to my parents

"Sometimes I wonder if she is even wolf at all"

After that, I heard the smack of skin and my brother's yelp from my father slapping the back of his head. words like that hurt me, I knew I was different all I needed to do was look in the mirror to see how different I was to everyone else, not just in my family but in my pack. I had icy white-blond hair, emerald green eyes clear and unblemished milky skin, what made me look like a ghost and a small lanky body. I hated the way I looked, not liking how different I looked compared to everyone else. Sitting down at my window I looked out into the street and sighed.