I was shifting for the first time. I was in extreme pain. I knew it was painful, but I hadn't thought it would be this painful. My bones were breaking and resetting, fur growing on my skin. I howled in pain, the sound animalistic. I heard pounding as my parents, the alphas of the Malicious Pack, rushed up the stairs. They threw the door open and fell on their knees beside me. "It's okay you're almost there," my father said, with pride and concern. I felt a snout grow from my face and claws sharpen out of my nails as I finished my transformation. I heard two horrified gasps and I mind-linked my parents asking, "What's wrong?" "Your fur... Your one of the prophesied half-dragons," my mother said. Right after she said that, I felt an unimaginable pain coursing through my back. I heard something tear through my skin and then the pain subsided. I bounded to the mirror to see my fur and whatever had tore through my back. I had pure white fur with black tribal designs. And what came from my back was what astonished me the most. There were pure black wings connected to my back. I had dragon wings. * * * Whitney Malicious is the Alpha of the Malicious Pack, the biggest and second strongest pack in the world. But she has a major secret that she can only tell her betas, delta, and her mate, she is a half-dragon. Daniel Wolfsbane is the Alpha of the Wolfsbane Pack, the strongest and second biggest pack in the world. His wolf has an interesting coat, black with white tribal markings. He does not know what he is, but Whitney does because she is a stronger version of him. Leonidas Nightlocke is the clan leader of the Nightlocke Clan, the biggest and strongest of all of the clans in the world. He is an elemental dragon with ash black scales. Daniel, Leonidas, and Whitney are destined to be royals, but what will the wolf packs and the dragon clans do after they figure out the Prophecy of the Dragons is true?

TRAPPED. Held for no reason. No explanation was given. A dark room. Four ice-cold concrete walls. The vibrant sunset was long gone, the one beautiful image to see every day through the small, barred window. The only companion a sweet old woman in the cell next to this personal prison. She was kind and gentle and made a horrific experience almost bearable. She had no reason to be in a place of such dark depression and crippling sorrow. When will it end? It's been two years. TRAPPED. Held like an animal. No, escape in sight. Now alone. Updating every month All rights reserved. DO NOT COPY Cover made by @cc_boss