Claimed│✓

Claimed│✓

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[unedited draft] Maya is not a normal she-wolf. Normal she-wolves live among their kind. Normal she-wolves are given their birthright. With many things lacking in her life Maya remains steadfast with the moon and her loved ones ,although distant, to guide her. Unexpectedly, she is granted the opportunity to be claimed. A practice in which she is to be chosen at The Gathering as a mate to a fellow male wolf. Though the circumstances of her exile remain a mystery, Maya is given a chance to prove and reflect on what her life has become and maybe the implications of her apparent betrayal are as much a mystery as her mate, Beta Gideon. cover by @abditive Rankings: #4 - shewolf
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