O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek... You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror. ༺ ༻ Shakira De La Lune doesn't trust humans. Well, it would be more accurate that she doesn't trust anyone other than herself and her familiar, Tabaqui. Traveling in packs is for the weak, and the weak don't survive in the jungle. She was the Queen of Beasts, a being far superior than those who relied on numbers for power. A Queen, yet dethroned. Casting her kingdom aside, Shakira decided to attend the Night Raven College at the behest of Headmage Crowley and to return a blood debt. She begrudgingly joins their students in their numerous adventures, her guarded heart chipped away at with every smile and kind gesture she received. She held fast the best she could, but there was one thing that had her dangerously close to breaking. That smug grin. Those calculating eyes. The silky hair that caressed her skin just as his warmth melted her cold heart. The King of Beasts. ༺ ༻ Do not steal, repost, or pull some other bullshit. This is my original story.