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Alarm, where a smarter hunter sees an opening, because a smarter hunter spends that half-second putting a bolt somewhere useful and I just stand there caring whether the wolf gets back up. He gets back up. Obviously he gets back up. Damn Alphas aren’t that easy to kill, and I shouldn’t be relieved that he’s okay. I watch him shake it off and ready for another attack with his teeth out and a sound ripping from his throat that I feel in my back molars. We'll be examining that little chest-drop I just experienced never. Never's a good slot for it. Filing's full anyway and no good will come from pulling that reaction into the light.

They lie in a groaning, dazed, bruised heap at Alpha Jameson’s feet. “Is that all you got?” Gamma Everly asks Alpha Jameson cockily, looking at him with a smirk as she wipes the blood from her knuckles. Alpha Jameson snarls at Gamma Everly before looking down at the werewolves. “Worthless warriors!” He shouts at the men on the ground. “Absolutely disgraceful performance.” Gamma Everly settles into her fighting stance once more, locking eyes with Alpha Jameson. “Oh, come on. It’s not their fault. After all, they never stood a chance.”

“WHAT?!” My head snapped toward the window. My nose flared. My claws re-emerged. That son of a bitch. “I want the whole perimeter locked down,” I ordered through clenched teeth. “Double security on all sides. We’ll be in Duskfire soon.” “Yes, Alpha.” I ended the call. “That bastard just declared war,” Alex growled, gripping the wheel tighter. I said nothing. Just stared ahead. He turned to me. “You still think he has nothing to do with the Ashwolves?”

and with a polite smile I landed my blow. Phillipe’s iris flared purple. His wolf could not control his outrage.For all his business-like appearance, all the suits and posturing, he was just another weak Alpha fallen slave to his wolf. No different to Five Lakes, Alpha’s Caleb and Jack, and they ended up gutted on a ballroom floor. They always do. Shots have not been fired but the war has definitely begun.

"It's a powerful werewolf, which history has it to be the first true Alpha who appears in every blood moon in to cleanse and purify the land." "First True Alpha, that is the Alpha who created the Werewolf terrain and separated us from other beings." "Yes, Taz." "Really, then I think we will need such beast to cleanse our lands now." "Trust me you wouldn't wish that." "Why?" "When I said cleanse and purify, i didn't tell you the means in which it cleanses. The blood moon beast purifies the land by killing anyone who had committed murder or had done evil." "It still doesn't sound that bad."

he said calmly as he looked around the crowd. "As I believe this to be just a rumour, I want you all to treat it as such," he replied. "Bear in mind, the identities of the perpetrators of this war are not foreign to me. I would advise that you desist from it unless you're ready to incur my wrath. The Demon Alpha is quite sensitive to war. All it takes is one catalyst to drive him to madness, and his carnage would be visited on our packs again. If history has taught us anything at all, it is that war was never good for us." I noticed a young Alpha—Alpha Kael, I think—stare at another Alpha whose name I didn't know at those words, but the other Alpha didn't look back. He looked quite rigid and

A tear fell down my chin, Trevor wiped it away with his finger, leaning his head onto my shoulder. "Makes sense why Alpha Wartor is not a fan of your Father. He wanted to start a war back then, but nobody knew why. He came to my Father to ask for their help." Trevor stated. The news had me shook, because I had no idea. My Father was starting wars with every pack in town. But now the others in this room understood that even though I was the Alphas daughter, he would still kill me if he had the chance.

So I obliged. ‘Once again, for the millionth time, Alpha Ellis is well versed in many things; combat, the art of the deity, history, geography—we can't beat that—it isn't just a game of who has it more, or who has it better,’ I explained carefully. 'You give Alpha Ellis ten warriors and he can still beat our army.' Silence ensued, which meant he’s listening. So I eagerly but cautiously continued.

The rogues and witches had planned this attack with precision. And then I saw him. Helios. The powerful Alpha tore through enemies like a storm, his black wolf a blur of fury and blood. He was brutal, merciless. A true warrior. Even through my resentment, I couldn't deny the raw power he exuded. Until he faltered. I saw it happen as if in slow motion.