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AndriciaMy heartbeat throbs in my ears at the revelation. Drowning out the discussion being had and plans that could protect the packs. An army of witches and wolves is fine but a beast that has been extinct for a century... Where have they been all these years? Why team up with the witch in the first place? The outcome of an army of lycans would be catastrophic for us. There will be no victory unless I can unleash my flame on the Lycans and Tarot."I thought they were extinct." I finally chime in halting all conversation and planning. Realizing Cyrus had been caressing my side this entire time as a means of comfort. I suppose creating allies and planning for war is all new for me. My mates have endured battle forged alliances and gotten their hands dirty when needed all for the sake of their pack. All I've ever done is protect my lands from witches and keep us alive. They are the embodiment of hope and I'm where it dies. There was never any hope in my land after the males died off.
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Andricia"I think you are exactly as you are meant to be, and just what this pack needs." Footsteps sound in the distance and a hush falls over the meadow as they slowly make their way toward us. I rise to my feet before giving a hand to Reagan and helping her up. She takes one last look at the wildflowers before disappearing toward the treeline and into it. Samson's arms wrap around me from behind and I lean into his touch. Soaking up the warmth radiating from him as the smell of fresh rainfall washes over me. Hot lips connect with the mark on my neck awakening the fire within me. I turn in his arms running my hand through his hair drowning in his green eyes. Our lips crash together in a bruising kiss and I grab hold of that ancient power living within me and we disappear into glittering light.Resurfacing in our room my back slams into the wall and we don't break the kiss once. Feeling the need to touch his skin take over I burn away my clothes and his own as they fall to ash at our
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Haunted woods Golden Summit Pack "In the thick Culloden woods, where the trees stretch high in the sky, blocking out all sunlight, There is a pack of demon wolves who are direct descendants of Hades. They are known as hellhounds. Said to be the fallen soldiers of the goddess brought back to life by the eternal flame to do his bidding. They catch fire when awakened and will burn anything in their wake. It is said that the dense fog is not a fog at all but a thick layer of smoke that hangs low in the forest, making it even more dangerous to venture in. The woods are said to catch fire in the center and never stop burning, but from the outside, you see nothing. The portal to hell is in the center of those woods, allowing the hellhounds to cross over as they please. No one dares venture into the forest, for they fear they will never come back out. "Boo!" A piercing scream rings through the night from my not-so-little sister. You would think she was about eight years old, but in realit
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Can't take the heat? Fuslilis Pack Andricia Tranquility is something that my pack thrives on. Training has always helped us keep the peace between everyone through mutual respect. Every one of us is ranked and has the opportunity to move up or fall. The older we get, the lower our ranks get; the younger we are, the higher and faster we rise. As long as I can remember, I’ve been at the top. I lead my pack fiercely with no regrets; I demand respect and am given it. My warriors worship me, and the pups look up to me and wish to be me one day. My beta and gamma have my back with anything my pack may go through. The only other creatures we ever see are rotten rogues that stumble into our territory by accident. Once they enter, they never leave; they become our territory. Remains litter the outskirts of our grounds as lawn ornaments. We reside peacefully in our paradise, with no outsiders bothering us. My only worry is our numbers. When I took over, we had over 140 pack members. Now we
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Head in a fog Golden Summit Samson My brothers and I have been on a strict schedule all week to prepare for our alpha ceremony on Sunday. From meeting with allies to discussing enemy packs. Brushing up on the laws of the pack and speaking with pack members individually to assure them of our competence to lead. It’s Friday, and I had planned to train all day. I woke at 4:45 and changed into shorts and sneakers. I started by running the territory. I ran up and down every road where the pack cottages are, then went for the border. After about 15 minutes of running the border, I make it to Culloden Woods. The sun is starting to rise, and the orange hues glisten in the woods. Even then, it doesn’t cut through the thick fog. It just illuminates it, giving the effect of a fire with smoke. I walk forward, right to the edge of our territory, toward the woods. Just as I am about to cross it into the woods, a hand grabs my arm and yanks me back roughly. I turn and snarl, only to be met with
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Big bad alphas Golden Summit Cyrus My eyes peered open at the light flooding my room. My dad stands at the end of my bed, staring down at me. "Get up; we have to go over the vows today." With that, he exits my room, no doubt to wake my next brother. I clamber out of bed and head straight to the bathroom to wash the sleep from my face. I brush my teeth after and style my ash blonde hair in the traditional messy swoop style so it hangs to the right side of my face. I go and throw on some dark jeans and a blue hoodie with sneakers. *knock knock* My door flies open and in walks a grumpy Cyrus. His being the oldest suited him. He has such a bad attitude all the time, and he’s strict. He’s wearing nice, deep blue dress pants with a brown belt and brown shoes. A white button-up that he no doubt will end up rolling the sleeves up on. His hair is neat compared to its usual unstyled look that he wears around the house. "You're seriously wearing that?" He looks at me up and down with a f
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Stripping in the woods Fusilis Andricia I wake up before sunrise, like always, and immediately throw on my training clothes. I tie my hair up in a high ponytail and head out of my room straight for the training field. The ash-filled soil crunches under my boots in the crisp fall air. When I make it to the training ground, I see all my warriors stretching out and running a lap to warm up. "Partner up!" I shout as they all immediately stop what they are doing and immediately partner up. Their partners match in size and skill based on their rank. They immediately begin sparring in hand-to-hand combat, just like every morning. It’s a routine that is always on schedule. I walk around watching every move, looking for any flaws that I don’t usually find anymore. When I start seeing flaws, I know that warriors will be dropping from their ranks soon. Everyone is replaceable in this world; no one is special. Following training I walk the perimeter with my lead warrior and Kira. She gives
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Guests? Fusilis Cyrus The warrior continues to step forward. As soon as he makes it into the field where the bones lie, his body turns to ash and only bones remain. I hear the girl who yelled huff with frustration, and my eyes snap back to her. Anger rushes over me, and I feel it rush over my brothers as well. Taking in the alpha power and temper just an hour prior doesn’t help because we don’t know how to control them yet. "Stay here!" I linked all the warriors with my alpha command to save them. My brothers and I stalked across the field quickly. I am trying my hardest to keep my wolf at bay, but it is quite difficult. Within seconds, we are across the field and almost to the ladies, who seem confused, not frightened. The beta shook off her confused expression and replaced it with a stone-cold serious look that made my
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