fox shifter academy
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Fox shifter academy is an academy for shifters, big and small but it's called fox shifter academy because the most rare shift is a fox. The maker of the school was a fox shifter and was the only fox shifter at the school since it's been around.
Emilia, the only red head in her family, the only two colored eyed bueaty in her school (blue and amber). Emilia was adopted when she was just an infant, on her 16th birthday at her party she shifted into a magnificent fox.
The only people at her party where her parents and her best friend jasmine just so happens to be a werewolf. Her family was planning on sending her to fox shifter academy. When jasmine and emilia's family told them what was happening they agreed to send emilia with jasmine.
Isaac is the prince of his kind, the shadow wolves are a powerful pack of hafe wolve hafe demon creator. Isaac is being sent to fox shifter academy so he can harness his true demon and wolf powers and possibly find his mate.
What if emilia is his mate and the only one of her kind, does she have more powers then her ancestors or is she a weak fox with nothing to give.
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