Imani
The pack where Judge Jackson lived could only be described as beautiful. With the exception of Judge Jackson’s homey cabin, all the homes were grandiose—some were even mansions with gates that kept others out and sprawling green grass and gardens. I did not envy the shifters who lived in the mansions one bit. I enjoyed Judge Jackson’s cabin in the woods. It was quaint, quiet, and peaceful.
“Breeder!” a man called out.
I stopped in my tracks and turned to address the man. He was a nobleman I recognized from the Breeding Ceremony. He’d chosen the most beautiful breeder from Breeder Group A—Amber. I wasn’t fond of Amber.
Well, saying I’m not fond of her is an understatement. I detest her.
Because Amber was beautiful and everyone with eyes knew she would be in Breeder Group A, she l
