King Kirell Blackclaw sat on his throne. His mood was dark and anyone looking at him would think he was made of stone. He was 7 feet tall when standing. A massive grizzly bear shifter. He had short black buzzed hair, and dark brown eyes. He ruled over Alberta with an iron fist. He’s had to. His palace was located in Calgary, a once lush and extravagant place now nothing but a skeleton of its former glory. In the last five years, a sickness has befallen his kingdom and has killed 90 percent of the female population. The other ten percent were in hiding. He didn’t blame them. His men were going feral without having mates. When one finds a female, he automatically goes into a rut. He couldn’t imagine if a lone female was found by ten bear shifters.
All bear shifters want to find a mate, whet
