Ahsoka Tano X Rex Novels & Stories

Everything was picture perfect. Asher's expression was perfectly neutral as he approached them. "Mother, Alpha Cassius, Thelia," he greeted, nodding to each in turn. He placed a respectful kiss on his mother's cheek, a gesture that was more habit than affection. Luna Camilla smiled, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes, as he took his place besides them.

he snaps. Oh, yeah. Right, my report. “The Ravagers are spread thin. They didn’t have many new recruits. Axe is paranoid as usual. He doesn’t trust his own nephew right now. He is furious because he found his ex-toy here and the man is married to Sidhe. Axe has, however, taken an interest in a recruit. What he doesn’t know is that the recruit is C.H.A.O.S.’s leader. Slayer and Kill-Shot are both working with C.H.A.O.S. and Tempest.” “Oh, this is interesting. Good work, pet,” Razor praises and I preen at the praise. I enjoy being on his good side. “You know what you have to do, don’t you?”

I turned with a defeated sigh to the men who were from my personal security detail. I addressed the men. “You do know that the point of me wearing a disguise and masking my scent is because I don’t want to be identified as the pack leader here?” They were all burly, dressed in all black. A few of them had not even bothered to hide the weapons they toted. A very large battle axe hung from the back of Ritglass, and Scem who was the smallest in the group was wide-eyed, knives gripped far too tightly in his hands as he stared behind me—almost beyond me.

Leaning further into the backseat of the car, with my arms crossed around my chest, the raging werewolves and that furless lycan that was touching the sky, took over, completely. "Was it a male? I think it was… though I couldn't get a glimpse of his lower body. But that scent… that couldn't have been a coincidence, right?" Getting to the root of it before I run insane… I mean, a Chosan? In my head, I laughed like a mad person because it will always sound funny. ****** Chosan's POV

He scrambled onto the pillion seat, his faint sapphire veins pulsing against his pale skin. Dax hoisted two of the smaller kids onto the elongated saddle of his Interceptor, securing them with a heavy cargo strap. Sienna and Reaper took the remaining three. Captain Reyes, her sleek white-and-gold armor stark against the mud and grease of our pack, climbed onto the back of Tank’s massive trike, locking her plasma rifle into her shoulder pocket. "Everyone strapped?" Dax roared over the idling engines. "We're tight, Prez!" Tank hollered back.

Anika’s P.O.V: I paced around the living area, anxious and worried. The entire pack had gone to war today and I couldn’t do anything else but worry. Fin was a part of the recovery team, a team of ‘healers’ as she told me. They were wolves with special powers to speed up the healing of other wolves. It was a special power bestowed upon the wolves by the Moon Goddess and only special wolves had them. Every pack had two to three healers. It was an ability that I was starting to crave.

Two sentries step forward immediately—tall, broad-shouldered men in dark leathers, their hands resting near the hilts of the short blades strapped to their hips. One of them squints at us. "You're not expected," he says bluntly. "We don't need an invitation," Korra replies evenly. He scowls. "State your names." I step forward slightly, planting my boots in the dirt. "Alpha Korra Xarano of the Xarano pack, Alpha Octavius Reid and Luna Kaida Xarano of the Raven Moon.” Korra states boldly, staring the men dead in the eye. At the mention of our names, the sentries stiffen. Exchange a glance.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

This is a wolf fight and I have no business getting between them, the rest stop has cleared for a reason and if I weren't drunk, I would have picked up on it earlier. “Yes, a strong name with a strong title, like Luna or Enforcer. Titles need to be strong so we know not to fuck with them; the strongest title of all, though, has to be "Heir". The rogue lifts the shotglass up to his nose and winks before putting it down; his eyes flash yellow as he focuses on Ghost, neither has made a move to attack the other but I can feel it coming.

Mason and I were paired to run patrol together, while Breyona was stationed at the other side of town. We had two new people with us tonight. From the looks of it, they were definitely Alpha Asher's men. Both were large in stature, covered in ornate tattoo's and rippling muscles. One of the men had startling blonde hair, long and messy on his head. The other had hair the color of midnight, cropped short and slicked to the side. Both looked equally intimidating with their tattoo's and scars, but that didn't bother me. If anything, I felt a little safer out here as though a piece of Asher was with us. "I'm guessing you're Lola and Mason." The blonde one grunted, sparing us a short glance. "I'm