Valinteena

In a world left with scars from a great war, the humans rejoice in their victory, but also weep at the cost. Unaware of the blind hatred that led to the slaughter, an entire race was nearly erased from the face of their lands. They believed they had wiped the shifters from the face of the planet, little did they know very few lived on in the very forests they visited, and in the villages they traded with. Forced into hiding, the shifters built a new clan, and lived by the old rules, hiding from humanity. 

Kyera Shade of the Moon is a Shapeshifter who takes the form of a White tigress with silver stripes. Alone in the world, and carrying the weight of her clan on her shoulders, she attempts to uphold the law she was born to, and protect the remaining of her kind. Her heart decimated by the deaths of her brothers and the absence of her mother, she finds herself caught in a net and unable to break free. In her moment of desperation, a hand reaches out and catches her. A man who threatens to steal her heart away, but can she learn to forgive herself? Can she find love and salvation in another's arms after the betrayals of so many? 

Clovis of the Dancing Rain is the fourth Prince of the Forest Kingdom. He is a clever man, but had no wish to be king. Perfectly happy to raise is Daughter in peace now that his young wife had passed. There was darkness and secrets in his past, but there was no place for revenge in his future. Not until they took it too far. Pushing his bottom line a need to take the crown lit in his heart. However, he needed one thing more than anything else... the right woman by his side. As if the answer to a prayer, a woman appeared. Beautiful and trustworthy who loved his daughter as much as he did, if not more. Yet her heart was broken, her world surrounded by secrets and shadows, perhaps she was best left alone. However, would he be able to live without her?

The Tiger Within

I don't have much time to write this. There are so many things I want to say, I want to explain but I am not a man of many words. I think you know that… and I can only imagine how you feel after everything that's happened these last few years. 


I never intended to hurt you. It didn't feel like it was even me. I had memories… moments between us that I could remember but only bits and pieces. I couldn't remember your face… I thought it was Prim, somehow she altered our memories. I thought I was born with the dark ones. I remembered your brothers driving us away, even though now, I know it was you and I who escorted them out. I felt hatred and anger and I had no idea why. 


Then, we took the Bazaar and slaughtered so many of our people. I swear I had no Idea Kyera; and there is nothing I can do to fix that now. I can only pray your reading this because I succeeded in stopping the Mamba from ambushing you. Though, it will never make up for what I did, it was at least something I could set straight. 


I got ahead of myself. I found your brush still on the floor of your tent. It jarred something in my mind. I remembered something… that something was wrong with my mind. I wanted to explore it… and maybe I would have found the truth but before I could find the truth, she told me she was pregnant with Rosie. I ignored all the red flags because I had a daughter with her. I didn't want to know the truth. 


When Rosie was born, and I used that brush on her hair, memories got clearer. I felt something come back. Then I found out about the plan to steal your son. I knew that she was a horrible mother, and I was concerned for your child. I went with her and through a process, I ended up carrying your son. 


The child, he changed something. I felt connected to him, protective and Rosie came to adore him. When I realized what she had planned… I felt sick. I went wandering and found my way to the garden. 


I ended up at your brothers tombstones… I guess my subconscious knew what I needed more than I did. They were there… your brothers and Kan, their spirits waited for me. They woke me up. I realized I had been a tool and my heart broke. 


I can't believe how I treated you. I will never forgive myself for what I've done. At least I saved your son. I hope Clovis treats you well and you never know the heartache of betrayal again. I loved you, Kyera. Even when I didn't remember you it was my love for you, twisted and sick as it was that resulted in Rosie. 


Please, find someone to raise my baby girl. I beg you to make sure she is in good hands because there is no one I can leave her with. I am not bold enough to ask you to raise her. 


If I succeed today, I will not return to her, but I will have returned the boy to you. I will have paid for my sins so my daughter does not have to. I hope that I got the chance to see you one more time and tell you this in person, but if not:


Forgive me, Kyera. I love you, and I always have.  Be safe, and walk in the shadows, my love. 


Dear Ky