Novel & Cerita All The Young Dudes Marauders

They were warriors carved from ice and blood, existing far from the noise of modern packs. Amarok was only fourteen and Geri ten when they lost their parents in a brutal war that nearly erased their bloodline. Their training became survival. Amarok had taken the Alpha position at fifteen, young and wild and angry. And now, here they were. Playing dress-up at a damn festival. "It's been over ten years since we were due for our mates, and you believe we'll find them here?" Amarok asked, his frown deepening. Macon stared at him, voice calm. "When was the last time you left home and mingled?"

A few youngsters immediately understood what Archie and the middle-aged man wanted when they saw how enthusiastic they were, and ran out with their blades. It was not long before they were back with a few people still alive. They were very efficient. There were five people in total, two men and three women. Four of them were underage. The youngsters were strong, and capturing those people was not a problem. "We've got the sacrifices, Mr. Maynard," a muscled young man who was the leader said expectantly. "Not bad. Get them up here!" Archie looked stoic while pointing at the spirit tablet in the middle.

Instead, the room was packed with a strange, nervous heat. "We need to set the tone on the first shift," Miller said, slamming his locker door shut. He grabbed his stick, checking the curve of the blade. "The Marauders play a heavy trap game. If we dump the puck and don't finish our checks, we are dead in the water." "They have two fast wingers on the second line," Lucian said, pulling his jersey down over his chest pads. His fingers caught on the fabric for a second before he smoothed it out. "We have to lock down the neutral zone. We cannot let them make those cross-ice feeds."

What the fuck were these fuckers looking for? Good wolf. We’re going to need all that aggression. The doors open and five wolf shifters spill out. Some of the guys are young, but they’re all big, except for a scrawny kid with wild messy hair. I have my eyes locked on their alpha Tarus. He actually came here himself. He tormented my girl. He’s a dead man. “Who the hell are these guys?” Marcus asks from behind me. I watch my crew walk closer to me.

I had to think of a way to build their spirits. "You've got nothing to be worried about. If there's anyone that should be worried here, then it should be the Marauders. They do not have the spirit of oneness that we all have and they are not as strong as we are. A single blow from one of your hands will send them to their death…"

Chase said as he laughed hilariously hard before tapping his friend’s shoulders. It has been a while since the twins started teasing the guy who looked as though he didn’t have any knowledge about his surroundings. Liev MacQuoid is currently a nineteen-year-old guy, ranked as the third highest student in their whole school and a part of Au Elites; sitting on the second chair as a part of the MacQuoid Clan, together with his sister. The three are about to go home. That is why all of them were now sitting on the grand waiting shed of the school while waiting for their own carriages.

Across the floor, Lucen stood like a statue of tempered steel, his gaze fixed on the center of the hall. Elder Mara and Caden stood restrained, their expressions a masterclass in feigned innocence. "I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Elder Mara snapped, her voice cutting through the heavy tension of the chamber like a jagged blade. Caden nodded immediately, his eyes frantic. "We don’t know the Dreadlord! We have served this pack faithfully for decades." I stared at them, feeling the cold hollow in my chest expand.

Drake’s dad excitedly says, “The Black Moon Pack!” The happy loud cheers can be heard from the warriors of the Black Moon Pack. I know some of our warriors are unhappy, some may even be disappointed. Because a lot have spent most of their time practicing and giving their all but all of them ended in vain. I know that every one of them is hoping to win the M.V.P award. “Now that you know who the winning team is, let us now proceed to the next part. I know that this is really what all of you are waiting for, the M.V.P award.”

I sigh and rub circles on Amelie's back to calm her before she rips the sofa cushion apart. "He's still in France with Grandma. I'll talk to dad." She releases the cushion and leans into my shoulder. It worked. "The rest of the New Moon Alliance are Travis Payne of Dark Wood and Dale Nichols of the Red Star Pack, as we already suspected. Then we have Wade Darvin of the Motor City Pack, Reed Tarlo of the White Ridge Pack. Last and also the ringleader Nox Jericho of the Blue Crescent Pack. Those ten packs make up this alliance." Marcus sinks back into the sofa, pulling Jordan close to his side. She's still upset about her birth pack. I can't blame her for that.

Dylan says which makes all three of us smile at him. “Let them eat first, Dylan!” I tease. As the men eat, they tell us their stories and it turns out that Marius is the youngest brother of the Alpha of Shadow Fang Pack and his brother is the one who ordered them be jailed and banished him from his pack. Shadow Fang Pack members will be here tomorrow, so we promise to keep his location secret for the time being. We induct them into the pack and Dylan explains we can not do the ceremony to officially give them their title and rank, but will do that when Ace returns.