She is a feline, a hybrid; a girl capable of shifting into a black lion, a white tiger, a cheetah and a saber tooth tiger. She's wilder, stronger and tougher than all of these felines mixed together. She does not remember her family. She has no Pride nor does she belong to one. And she's constantly on the run because of other shape shifter's and supernatural races. So, what does she do when she finds out she is the mate of the King of the Werewolf race? And when Lucifer himself tells her she is his Queen? What will she do? Will she stay with the King, with Lucifer, or with her race? *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* This is my disclaimer to the reader. This book is embarrassing to me ok. I have to edit this a lot and I haven't had the time to do so. Read at your own risk and don't bring negativity. Lots of love my sweetie. -Laura.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.