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Without saying a word, he gently wiped the tears from my face before leaning closer to my ear. “You're a warrior. You shouldn't be this emotional over worthless people,” he murmured. Then he pulled me into his arms as I closed my eyes. Thank you, Kael, for coming into my life. I wonder what I would have done without you. After a moment, he pulled back slightly. “So, what do you want to do with them?” “Do whatever you want,” I answered quietly. He released me and turned toward his Head Warrior. “Send them into exile. I don't want them anywhere near Bloodfang or Silver Moon Pack.”

Ranking: S-Rank Attributes: Proficient in healing and support abilities, possesses angelic wings granting flight and protective barriers. Hero Name: Lancer Characteristics: Quick-witted, agile, and highly skilled in close-quarters combat. Physical Features: Athletic build, with short dark hair and piercing green eyes. Ranking: A-Rank Attributes: Lightning-fast reflexes, enhanced speed, and the ability to generate electrical discharges. ……………………………………………………………………….. "Hey system," Keagan called out. "How can I be of assistance?" the system responded.

I agreed and walked with him, further away from the rest of the brawling. Walking with Tanner he ambly chatted about his life. Tanner was the lead warrior in this pack. He had a mate, who was once a rogue and stumbled upon her when he was on his first ever patrol of the border. He has a pup on the way and I have never seen anybody prouder of their own family. As we got away from the warriors, we took position facing each other, now in full fighting position.

The split soul. The softened half. And yet she had managed to survive everything meant to erase her. No matter. All stories came to their final chapter. Mine would not end in exile. By dusk, we reached the forested borderlands that marked the outer limits of Citadel territory. I raised a hand, and the army stilled instantly. Rogues. Exiles. Mercenaries. Creatures cast aside by every structured pack and kingdom. They followed me because I did not pretend to be righteous. I promised them conquest.

The warrior stands as Quinn reaches him and asks, “Hey Quinn, what’s your problem man, it’s not like she’s marked. That makes her fair game for anyone so back off.” Quinn lets out one of the most menacing growls I have ever heard from the guy. He grabs the warrior by the throat, lifts him into the air and body slams him to the ground. “I SAID SHE IS MINE! This is your last warning. Touch her again and I will kill you.” As Quinn pins the warrior to the ground, his pack mates start exiting the water to come lend a hand if needed. The warrior that was on the ground must have linked them to stay out of it because they all came to an abrupt stop about ten feet away from where he was.

"Put him in a death stasis using Cassian's magic. She was going to let the spell lock permanently. Keep him trapped forever while she opened the Lycan Vault." "The vault is a myth." "No, it's not." A new voice from the doorway. Everyone turned. A scarred warrior stood there, his face covered in old claw marks. Behind him, fifteen more wolves. "Who are you?" Jetstar demanded. "Dax. From the Outcast Lands." The warrior stepped inside. "And these are wolves you exiled over the past three years. Every single one of us was banished because we refused Arlene's orders. Orders she gave through Damoew while he was under compulsion."

His face twisted in pain, and for a moment, he closed his eyes, shutting away the whole world. He placed his hand over mine on his chest, keeping it prisoner. “I would never win you by locking you in a cage,” he said. “You are a warrior. You are my Raven.” He swallowed thickly and then opened his eyes. “You are my equal. You are capable. If this is what you want to do…” “I do,” I told him. “I have no choice, then. I won’t be the one to hold you back. You aren’t meant for a cage.” He inhaled, exhaled. It was shaky. “I hate this, but I will agree.”

Damir let out a frustrated sigh, “I didn’t realize you were a softie, take your mind off him, he will be with the goddess soon.” “No.” “What do you mean no?” I didn’t respond to him immediately as I began walking towards the warrior. “He has a family,” I finally replied when I got to the spot where the warrior lay. “What…..w-what in the goddess's name are you even talking about? This man kidnapped you,” Damir said, like he couldn’t believe what I was doing. His frustration was slowly growing. I stood over the warrior, watching as blood gushed out of the opening in his throat where Damir had slashed him.

I asked. "He is running from me. Could you believe that?" she asked me and I shook my head. Seriously this lady is crazy. I can't believe she wants to reject her mate because of these reasons. "What is his name? Maybe, I can help find him or let him come with us if he is a warrior." Some of the warriors are going with me to the snow moon pack, about Ten of the unmated ones. "He is Jack, that bastard, I don't know where he is at the moment," she said to me.

“You are going to experience the feeling of love and being loved.” Zaina’s blush spread over her cheeks and she did not dare to look at Kharal. Meanwhile, Miranda squealed in delight. “My Lady, this is great news. I wonder who that man will be, the one who will sweep you off your feet. He must be a good man for Milady to fall for me.” Miranda continued and Zaina bit her lip in embarrassment. “We will find the answer to it in our next card, Lady.” The woman flipped the second card and smiled widely seeing what it held. “You have chosen a wonderful card, Lady. This is the Emperor.”