A Kamba's Pride

A Kamba's Pride

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Paranormal
A Kamba is a beautiful creature sent from the heavens above to protect and to rule the Prides of the lion shifters. She is born every thousand years and is blessed with powerful abilities that surpass any other shifter. Meet Kala and her brother Caleb. Kala is the next Kamba in line for the Pride throne. Her pack was attacked and her and her brother are constantly on the run from wolf shifters trying to get her and her powerful necklace. They finally are able to stop running, but in doing so they run into bigger problems. Join Kala and her brother Caleb in their journey.
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She came from nothing. Born small, weak, and unwanted. The kind of child who should have been forgotten. He was born with everything. Strength in his blood, power in his name. Praise followed him like a shadow. She is fire-reckless, untamed, impossible to cage. He is ice-cold, distant, his heart frozen to care for no one. She was never meant to survive. He was never meant to fall. Together, they'll rewrite the rules carved into their bones. *** It smelled like earth and smoke, alive and dangerous. And then I saw him. Grim. He stood near the fire, carved from sun and stone, scars slashing across his skin like lightning. When his storm-grey eyes locked on mine, the world tilted. He moved toward me-slow, predatory, every step a warning. His hand shot out, rough and unyielding, dragging me close with a grip that burned. "Don't move," he snarled, voice sharp enough to cut. I knew who he was. Grim.

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