The vampire and the shapeshifter

The vampire and the shapeshifter

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Chapter 1 I'm a shapeshifter and we'll I can turn into any animal I want to but my favorite one is to shift into a horse o and my name is Heaven and my parents died last year because of a rouge attack and if your wording why a rouge attack is because shape shifters and werewolf get along we'll but our enemy are vampires and demons they hate us and we hate them. But that change one night it was rain and cold and I was running in horse form and then all a sudden I got tackle to the ground by a vampire. I tried to run but he told me to shift and I did but what happened was shocking he was my mate
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Lunas are revered. Lunas are loved. Lunas are protected. Chosen by Alpha of the Southern River Border, Isabel is none of these. Isabel cleans herself thoroughly, meticulously, trying to get rid of the soot that covers her soul. Lars is a hybrid, a wolf shapeshifter with Waverider powers. He is quite skilled with water spells, but his core freezes when he discovers that his true mate has already been claimed by another. Lars is willing to fight for what is his to revere, love and protect. Until the ghosts appear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "But I still have to do one thing today. Strip," he orders, and I stare at him in shock, watching him swiftly remove his jacket and t-shirt. "What? No!" I cross my arms tighter on my chest, but then instantly regret my audacity. If he's anything like his predecessor, my protest will just spur him on. "Suit yourself," he shrugs and his pants fly over the other clothes piled at his feet. Standing tall in front of me, he speaks in the low voice that effortlessly controls the minds of his wolves: "I have no intention of touching you, Isabel. But my beast fought for his mate and he will run with her tonight. Shift." ----------- This story contains mature content and triggering themes. Intended only for the 18+ readers. ~130 000 words Cover photo(s): Linda Kazares/Darius Cotoi via Unsplash.

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