Kendra

The Blue Moon Pride doesn’t whisper its leader’s name. It declares it. Alpha Lioness Kendra. In a supernatural world overflowing with chest-thumping male alphas, Kendra is a statistical anomaly with claws. A true female alpha—rare enough that most species see one maybe once a century, if ever. She isn’t a placeholder, a mate-in-waiting, or a political compromise. She is the apex. The Blue Moon Pride is a fierce mix of werelions, werepanthers, weretigers, and every feline shifter who believes hissing is a communication style. Territorial, dramatic, and allergic to authority—except when it comes to her. Against all tradition, all odds, and several loudly offended males, Kendra runs the entire pride. And she runs it flawlessly. It is nearly unheard of for a female alpha to command any were-group, let alone an entire pride. Challenges were issued. Egos were bruised. Fur absolutely flew. But on the night of the blue moon, Kendra didn’t just win control—she claimed it. Fine. She had help. Her four sisters—Candice, Maddie, Chloe, and Tina—were less moral support and more coordinated coup. Strategy, muscle, intimidation, and terrifying sibling unity. Together they ensured the pride understood one very important truth: underestimating a lioness is a fatal hobby. Kendra’s ego? Monumental. Nearly rivaling her werewolf nemesis Max’s, which is impressive considering his ego requires structural reinforcement. Their rivalry fuels supernatural gossip and keeps her competitive streak sharp. She walks like the earth is honored to hold her weight. She speaks like dissent is optional. She leads like she was born crowned. Alpha Lioness Kendra doesn’t request loyalty. She commands it. And somehow, every feline answers.