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Its been three years since eight gods named them. They really should've been more careful but Ben has since realised gods lacked common sense. Take his mother, she wanted him to be the next world dictator. Like that made sense.
He was just nineteen for crying out loud! As far as he was concerned, responsibility could take a hike. Bad enough the Alpha insisted he study bussiness, he still had little control over his powers and was discovering even more. He didn't need to rule the whole mythkind.
Minamoto Aika of the Kazan genji was the last of her were line. A guardian line that had endured the changing centuries with pride and grace. Descending from emperors came with expectations, ones no one expected her to live up to.
In her world, tradition ruled all things, people were a certain way and outsiders were tolerated but never trusted. She was different, blonde, where all were brunettes, magical, where wolves distrusted it. Worst still, she was the luna heir.
Ben's secrets need to remain contained least war breaks out and that means staying with the Shadows End, Aika is bound as the heir to the Emperial guardianship and can't leave her pack. How can one bound to tradition and responsibility be happy with someone who avoids it?
