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Shadow sliced his palm, adding it to the mixture in the chalice, and his deep voice carried over the entire pack as he recited the Howling Warriors creed. "A Howling warrior is strong when they need to be, gentle when they choose to be, and ruthless when they have to be. We will not cower, nor hide behind each other in times of crisis, we stand tall against our enemies, together we are the Howling Warriors, and together we are strong."

“But enough of the pleasantries. Is it ready?” “Well, we are one member short but I doubt that would do anything to the amount of gold you would receive from the king!” “Me neither, but don’t lose another fugitive! I need them all if I’m going to elevated to master Warrior!” The Warrior spoke with greed, moonlight reflecting off his dark brown skin. “Yes yes, every other person is loyal.” The Warrior looked sceptic, even I would not trust a man like Jharad just by his words. “When do me and my men move?”

Chapter 2 Samuel I arrived at the compound late and was able to finally get booked for all my classes including that combat training that my father strongly encouraged as he believed that there was no such thing as the number 1 fighter. There was always someone out there greater or that trained harder. After ensuring both my beta Thaddeus and Gamma Roman were situated with their training and to ensure we all knew where everything was I reached out to my head warrior and trainer to ensure they were prepared and set up. We were all here on a mission to hurry up and get as much info as we could in the 3 years rather than 4 that it would take to get back to our pack and take over from our predec

one of the other warriors interjected. "It doesn't matter; I will do whatever it takes to get him out of this place," the determined warrior stated. He swung his sword in the air and charged at Ezra, targeting his right arm. However, before his sword could reach its mark, Ezra swiftly kicked him in the chest and struck the center of his hand with a powerful fist. The warrior cried out in agony as he felt his hand's bones crack, unable to hold onto his sword, which fell to the floor. He stepped back, cradling his injured hand and casting fearful glances at Ezra.

"It still doesn't sound that bad." "By evil, I mean any form of immorality, Anything against the law, including minor things like petty theft, lies, and other things which are mostly ignored by the society." "Well, that's horrible." "Yes Taz, it was horrible. It led to the complete annihilation of two other packs." "Oh my God." Taz said with his mouth agape. "Can it ever come back?" "It depends." "On what?" "It depends on the level of peace and cooperation. But for the past Hundred years, after the new tradition was created there has been Peace."

said Emilia, Athen and Emilia went their ways, in morning Athen just had to face one warrior, Athen decided to spend the night by the battle ground he ate his food and slept for the night. The next morning everyone gathered again for competition, villagers, and knights and the three fighter came to competition, "This morning Jeiko was found dead and hence Athen will move on to finals" said the knight "King Balak will join us for the final fight", the two warriors fought among themselves, the fight was vicious, there was blood everywhere, the fight went on for few minutes and then one of the warrior who was carrying a hammer bursted his opponent's head open with his hammer. With this the figh

His wise eyes sized me up. I knew I must look like hell—red eyes, wrinkled clothes, reeking of despair. He cut me off. "So, you know where she went. But do you know why she had to go?" I froze. "Damien, do you know what The Claws represent?" The Elder stood and walked to the window. Of course, I knew. The top werewolf security organization in the world. Directly under the royal family. Only the best of the best from every pack made it in.

He said, his eyes locked on the rogue, “But a good warrior doesn’t abandon his team. A real warrior dies with honor, not in cowardice.” The rogue’s eyes widened in terror as Alpha Czar lifted his hand, his claws slowly elongating, turning into deadly weapons. The rogue barely had time to comprehend what was happening before he struck. With lightning speed, Alpha Czar’s claws slashed through the rogue’s neck, severing veins and spilling blood onto the floor. The rogue gasped for breath, his hands flying to his throat, but it was too late. He collapsed in a lifeless heap at his Alpha's feet.

(Doris' Pov) "Arghhhhhhh! Ughhhh!" The warriors groaned trying to resist the pain. "Just a few more minutes left, you can do this. You are brave and strong warriors. Yes! Take it in." I tried to encourage them. Still at the prison, I decided it was time I carried out my training in preparation for the battle against Andrew and his vampires. I had called and informed my warriors, the Reapers, and those who joined the 100 warriors to come to the prison well-prepared and with a strong mind due to the kind of training they would be receiving. It was not just the normal training but a more special one.

“It’s… it’s just too perfect. If I remember correctly, shift rotation was around….two? That would mean most of the warriors would have been tired and not as alert. However, dad ran shift changed every five hours. To prevent this. Guys did short but more frequent shifts.” “Do the corner’s report show any signs of exhaustion or anything to the warriors?” I asked, looking at Jared. He pulled out the top part of the stack. Shaking his head, he started reading it. “No. Their bodies were too destroyed to be able to tell that.” “Let me see them.” Holding out my hand, Jared hesitated and looked at Luca. “Give them to me, now.” I demanded. Jared clenched his jaw but handed them over. As I started rea