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Jaxon shouted, his Varg teeth showing as the silver points of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid started to make a hissing sound against his burning fur trying to turn his flame into smoke. "Warning: variable showing non-standard heat " the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid said. Before the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid could use a power to stop Jaxons flame a silver flash cut through the air. Ryker jumped down from the ceiling like a hawk. His two short blades, heavy with weights did not hit the marble plates. Ryker drove them into the exposed silver joints of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grids shoulder. The great weight of his shadow-anchors pulled the side of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid

Joshua Fury pov My dad is pissed at me again it seems as I stare at Claire my human mate. Yes a fucking human in my pack isn't exactly safe. Claire is tiny like Aunt May and my mom both look sad I'm doubting the mate bond. Why you ask? Simple she is human a weak , tiny but sweet human and I got enemies out the ass pissed because me Joshua Fury has a ultimate wolf like my dad does. Fury is his wolf's name and the pack is named after him.

I don’t know why he is so worried about it this time, other than remorse over missing her handfasting/wedding. We were in the middle of a job helping Fury Corps acclimate to life here from being overseas for so long. They are the Death Kings’ first team. They are nomads who took the jobs overseas so the other teams could stay in the States. I don’t know who is going to replace them, but I’m sure the Death Kings have a plan. That job resulted in all sorts of weirdness. I swear these rabid people had to be on some new drug with how violent they behaved. But Ryder said Fury would oversee what was going on in Colorado while we were back home.

< FERAL FURY PACK > The garden of the Feral Fury Pack was alive with laughter and chatter, a rare moment of warmth amidst the usually tense atmosphere. It was a rare sight to see everyone gathered together like this—Mikhail, Jessica, Genevieve, Spike, Luciano, Gift, Damon, and Lucifer, all sharing in the lightness of the moment. The day was perfect; the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the flowers, and for once, it felt like a true family reunion, despite the many wounds they all carried.

Though she knew it was not the right moment to lose her temper, she clinched her teeth. Anthony Lucas forcefully hit the table with his hand. Suddenly, the entire room was silent. "You're all members of the Lucas family, and today is my mother's birthday," he remarked. No matter how much you often dislike us, you all have to put up with it today! Get the hell out of there, whomever can't accomplish it!" Anthony was still in charge of MC Enterprise and had decades of expertise in the business sector. No one dared to cause him any more trouble after he lost his temper. They all remained mute.

Keondra stepped back in a low whine. She stood before the mirror, her eyes fixed on the reflection that stared back. The glassy surface revealed a creature that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. The fur was matted with blood, her eyes glowed with an unnatural light, a piercing red that seemed to burn with an inner fire. Red saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming a sticky thread that clung to the furry chin. Her gaze wandered down her body, taking in the thick, muscular limbs, the razor-sharp claws that gleamed like polished bone.

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

What I want doesn't matter at the end of the day. He reared back, leaning off me as though I'd slapped him. "You think because I've taken you, that it doesn't matter?" I tilted my head to look up at him questioningly. "Would you rather every wolf in the pack had you? That you were marked by one such as Fury?" Fury was a terrifying wolf. He had scars and was known for sudden outbursts of violent temper. He was unpredictable and known to be brutal. Same as Draven is.

Weapon Name: Berserker's Fury Warhammer Weapon Level: 20 Weapon Type: Rare Weapon Requirement: Traits(Hammer Mastery/Master-At-Arms), 110 Strength Weapon Attack: 90-110 +85 Attack (This doubles when Berserker is at 30% health or lower) +5% Fury regeneration per 3 seconds (while in combat) +3% Health Recover per second (outside of combat) Weapon Description: A weapon designed by the player . This weapon was designed to take advantage of a Berserker's strengths and give the user a much better chance when in prolonged combat. Because it was made with inferior materials, this was the result.

With resentment, Master Magaera ordered the divine soldiers present to deal with Wild Fury. Darryl relied greatly on Wild Fury. If he had to subdue him, it would be much easier to deal with him. However, Wild Fury was the strongest among the Four Evil Beasts. It was not easy to subdue him. At that moment, Wild Fury was irritated by the attack of the divine soldiers around him. He let out a frightening roar and then exerted all his strength. Purple lightning shot out from his mouth and went straight to the divine soldiers around him.