Simon always thought that it wasn’t natural for a body to have to conform to the elements magic forced upon it.
When he became the representative of the lion shifters, he had been given the gift of performing the rituals by the resident magic man. He quickly understood why a shifter only kept that position for a couple hundred years. The toll it took on one’s body was immense. Fate usually gave the representative a mate during his tenor and he stepped down. Unfortunately fate hadn’t found a suitable true lion lubirea mai for him yet.
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“You will remove those people and prepare my table so that I may have my dinner.” Simon looked down his nose at the small woman dressed in black and white who obviously wasn’t competent. Humans were so very weak and pitiful.