Summary

"You can't save your pride Tala, not from humans, and not from me" Tala is a prince of the Sikya Pride. When meeting another cub, Akira, from another pride, the two fall in love. But Akira's father, Inola, has other plans. Tala's father, Atsila, is killed at the paws of Inola, and when the blame is put on Tala, he is banished from the now joined together prides. For years Tala and his grandmother live in the no pride territory, meanwhile Akira grows into a queen, blood thirsty and brutal. With humans taking over the land, the pride needs a true king to lead them to safety.

Genre: Thriller,Fantasy

Author: Christie Andrews

Status: 7yrs ago

Chapters: 2

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 16+

Prologue

The large golden lion stepped forward onto the cold, sandy stone floor of the cave. He shook his great brown mane majestically, opening his mouth to reveal his incisors in a yawn. At the back of his mouth you could just barely see his carnassials, ready to slice up the meat of his prey with ease.

From the other end of the cave, came a bright furred lion. His fur the color of the sun. Strangely his mane being of the same color. Their golden eyes met, but there was no hint of friendliness in them. Hostility floated on the air, and the bright furred lion growled deeply.

"Atsila."

The golden lion, Atsila, prowled forward. "Inola. My old friend- well, rival. How, have you been?" He mewed sarcastically.

"Oh very good thanks to you." Inola snarled, claws scraping along the floor.

"Inola, Inola, why the mad face? It's a great day for you, isn't it?" Atsila huffed.

"Oh yes, I find out my first offspring is a lioness, and on top of that, some pride gets in my way and takes a chunk of my territory. Perfect day!" Inola sat down, eyes glaring.

Atsila sat down, paws forward. "Now now Inola, you know what I've said, connect the prides! Your daughter, mate to my first born son, Cub Tala, he's around two sandings old now and already learning. Please," Atsila places his paw on Inola's, looking into the rival lion's eyes, "No more fighting."

Inola hesitated, his, face solemn, then narrowed his eyes and pulled his lips back. He pulled his paw away. "Never!" He roared, "I will be the ONLY king one day Atsila! And you and your son will be no more!"

"I'd like to see you try! A lioness cannot lead her pride! Fool! You'll only bring death!" Atsila cried.

Inola stopped, casting a glare over his shoulder.

"Oh I will."

Before prowling back into the darkness.