Chloe

Chloe of the Blue Moon Pride is living proof that snow looks soft but hides avalanches. The Blue Moon Pride may be ruled by Alpha lioness Kendra, and supported by her loyal sisters—Candyce, Maddie, Chloe, and Tina—but if you ask anyone who truly keeps the neighboring territories respectful, they will lower their voices and whisper, “Chloe.” A snow leopard shifter by birth and a natural disaster by temperament, Chloe moves with the eerie silence of falling frost. Her pale hair frames eyes the color of winter storms, beautiful and distant—right up until they narrow. That’s when you start updating your will. Chloe does not “get irritated.” She does not “lose her temper.” Chloe detonates. Her anger is legendary. Not the dramatic, screaming sort. No, Chloe’s rage is quiet. Controlled. Surgical. She once challenged Max, the loudmouthed alpha of a neighboring wolf pack, to a friendly arm-wrestling match after he made one too many jokes about “kitty claws.” Witnesses say she smiled the entire time. She accidentally ripped his arm clean off. Then she beat him with it. Fortunately for Max—and unfortunately for his pride’s dignity—werewolves regenerate. The arm grew back. The humiliation did not. Since that day, no one has questioned Chloe’s strength. Or her grip strength. Or her definition of “friendly competition.” Yet beneath the temper is something colder and more dangerous: loyalty. Chloe helped Kendra seize control of the Blue Moon Pride without hesitation. When her sisters move, she moves. When they are threatened, she becomes winter itself. She doesn’t seek leadership. She doesn’t crave praise. She simply stands beside her family, calm and composed, until someone gives her a reason not to be. And when that happens? Pray you’re not within arm’s reach.