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The Law of Beasts Book 1 - Act 1: KHOVAHSH

The Law of Beasts Book 1 - Act 1: KHOVAHSH

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KHOVAHSH BURGOOS, an elitist demi-shifting reincarnate, is a nine-thousand-year-old member of the Dragonhead Ancients…. ALICIA CHAY, the sadistic queen of torture, ruled for forty centuries under the identity of someone else. With a family of savages as her fledgling, she detests mortals, but she loves feeding on them for blood. Her passion for protecting animal life poured into the creation of the “TREATY OF THE ANIMALS.” It’s a declaration signed in supernatural blood by the Kings of every Animal Tribe in the supernatural world to maintain the balance between good and evil... But there’s one problem. She became a vampire, built THÈ HÔU₷E ÖF THÈ HÔUND₷ and created a treaty without clearance from the Dragonhead Ancients or the Queen Mother, Armona. Alicia hunts down insubordinate vampires that illegally use human bodies to snub precious animal life. Meanwhile...she is being observed by Khovahsh. He has direct orders to deceive her, but he has his own agenda. When they encounter each other a chain of events compromises her life and opens the door for MUZZLE, an angry villain, to threaten her for turning her back on THÈ HÔU₷E ÖF THÈ HÔUND₷.

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