Story 1: chapter 1

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I glance at my dad and raised a eyebrow, questioning him of the situation I would have never walked in on if I knew it was happening. He waved me over to his side but as I sat down it the first chair I saw. I watch as Mal caved leaving her Mom victorious, "fine we'll go" she grumbles.

"I'm sorry who is 'we' as far as I know I'm not going anywhere" I growl my sharp teeth flashed as I growl. I am in no mood to go anywhere let alone get wrapped up in someone else's business. I take moment to look around the room, four other children are here with their parents. I know them from Mal's click, My father and I usually kept to ourselves so this gathering a a bright red flag. 

Mal shot me a glare at me while her mother glared at my father. I scoff and and role my eyes before turning to my father for an explanation. This is not going to end well, I known. Survival instincts are already setting in. I felt the itch to snap my claws out for protective precaution. 

He looks at me and sits up right showing his large body and dominant posture. I sink at his cold gaze, his Alpha is showing. That it never a good sign. "you will be going to the main land to study at Auradon high school" he spoke sternly, leaving me right to argue with him.

Maleficent cleared her throat and eyed my father "and steal the fairy god mother's wand" he added with an eye role. There's a distaste in tone, most likely from the fact she probably is getting him to do this far from his own free will. Maleficent nods her head approvingly before turning back to her daughter.

I slowly nod my head agreeing to the one sided argument. My father sent my a small hidden smile, I slowly rise back up in my seat. "Now when you go I want you to do something for me" he grins wolfishly, the kind of smile he has when a trick up his sleeve.

I nod my head rapidly, eager to go along with whatever he has planned. "I want you to terrorize everyone you meet. Give them a taste of a wild animal, show them you haven't been tamed by being locked in a cage." he grins. I grin wildly as I can practically taste the excitement I'm about to get.

  I then turn to Jay son of Jafar, Evie daughter of the evil queen, Carlos son of Curella
De vil, and of course Mal daughter of maleficent. But me? I'm Blair daughter of the big bad wolf.

Turing to look at the room I watch as the girls are given a gift, Evie's mom gave her a small magic mirror and mal got a spell book. Me and the boys remained still, Our father didn't have much to give to help us. 

I wouldn't expect such a public display of affect from my father anyway, my dad wasn't the most affectionate person on the island. A least I can say he is affectional, most people born on this Island don't have that luxury. I can also proudly admit he is the Handsome, I mean he was one of the few good looking ones here with his black and grey hair and scruff on his face. He wore his grey shirt and black pants with his boots. But what made you really recognize him was his large black wolf fur jacket. He's was big and had A LOT of muscle Evie's mom in infatuated by him but that's also most of the women on this Island. But what really draws the women in is that he's one of the few who can use a type of magic on the island. 

My dad calls us shifter, people who have the ability to turn into one form then another. I've only ever seen glimpses of his other form like when he gets angry. His teeth will grow sharper and eyes turn a bright yellow kinda like mal and her mom we can change our eye color. My father says Mal and her mom are shifters too, but unlike us who turn into wolves they turn into dragons. He did say there is another difference between us, Unlike Mal and her Mother who shift out of magic, My father and I shifts are natural. 'A genetic thing' he explained, that being said Mal and her mom shift back perfectly fine, but us we turn back naked. Our shifts alters bone structures and muscle issue making us so large out clothes rip apart. My father still taught me to shift but warned me never to do it often.

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