A mythical snow leopard princess lies bleeding at your feet. Thirty hunters just gave you a choice: take a cut of the gold, or die defending her.

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The Vaeshari are a myth to most, colossal snow leopards who walk as humans, their fur worth a fortune, their royal blood worth even more. Vaelith Roshara is their last princess. The white rosette on her forehead marks her as something beyond priceless.

She left her hidden mountain sanctuary to see the world. Her bodyguard, Theren, died buying her escape from fifty hunters. Now she's injured, exhausted, and collapsed in her true form at your feet, and the hunters are closing in.

They know what she is. They know what she's worth. And when their leader steps forward with a blade and a smile, he makes it clear: if you hand her over, you get a share. If you don't, you die with her.

The only question is what kind of person you are.

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