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Amara begged as her tears fell down her cheeks. The warriors only laughed at her plea. She then hugged her father, trying to protect him at all cost. “Argus, you've been an amazing servant. The Alpha trusted you more than anyone in Omega. How dare you do this to him?” “I didn't! I told you, it wasn't me!” “It wasn't him, believe us, sir! Please try to investigate further! There might be a mistake—” Amara wasn't able to finish her words when Isaac, the other warrior, attacked her.

He could not help but feel a little angry. Immediately afterward, he said arrogantly, “Ten Thousand Armies is a mercenary organization that has gathered all of the top mercenaries in the world together. Many of our soldiers are soldiers who have served in the special forces in their countries. More than half of Hamed’s soldiers are illiterate. So, how can this possibly be the same thing? The difference between these two is even bigger than the difference between the United States and Zimbabwe!”

Amara’s answer was a whisper sharpened to a blade. “Then I’ll crown him in his own bones.” Hours later, the first wave of explosions shattered the horizon. The port burned. The sea glowed red under the flash of artillery. The city trembled. Amara stood at the balcony of the war room, wind tearing through her hair, the bone crown finally back on her head. Her soldiers cheered below as the Moretti-Varela fleet surged forward, guns blazing against the Nero ships. Luca joined her at her side, silent. For a moment, they didn’t speak.

He was like a statue that was perfectly curve by an artist from head to foot. “oh my God, good thing I said yes to this mission”, mumbled Marga, one of the volunteers. “Good day, I am Major Sergeant Adam Levonn the Alpha of Team Seal Six. We are the elite US military force. It is our great honor to work with you for this mission, here with me is my team”, Adam said authoritatively. He glanced at his team and signaled them to stand up.

Lucas Barren. “Dominic…” Amara whispered. Dominic didn’t blink. “Jack,” he said quietly, “get the team ready.” “Ready for what, sir?” Dominic’s eyes never left the screen. “For a war.”

Micaela Elrod Rank- lieutenant Age 26 Ace Duhamel Rank- Sergeant Age 32 Reign Silverstone Rank- lieutenant Age 32 Wyatt Harris Rank- lieutenant Age 30 Logan Grayson Rank- lieutenant Age 29 Malcom Angus Rank- Major General Age 50 PROLOGUE Micaela Elrod can is presumed to be a normal girl by anyone who sees her. She is beautiful with a figure that has men turning their heads whenever she passes. What no one knows is that she is no ordinary girl. She is in the army and her skills are unmatched by anyone in the academy.

“Very true. I was still pretty young, not yet Alpha of my pack, during that battle, so I never really got to know him, but I remember my parents said he was a good guy. They always appreciated everything he and the other bear shifters did to help us against the vamps.” “Forgive me, Alpha, I forgot that you would have been old enough to fight in that battle. Would you like to join us for the meeting later this morning after Leader Bruno arrives?” I ask. I truly did forget. Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle.

And it could open an opportunity for others. In the end, he gave no order. Romi did not wait. "Take them." Black Garuda and Steel Fang retreated without protest and joined the formation. Slowly, they left without obstruction or resistance. Yet the pressure in the air still lingered like embers that had not gone out. When the convoy disappeared into the night— BANG! The wooden beads in Armand's hand shattered into pieces. "Romi... Darmawan..." His voice was low, but trembling with anger. "And Arka Mahendra..."

I thought Felix and I could part on good terms. It never crossed my mind that he would rush to Salt River City overnight. His off-road vehicle screeched to a sudden stop right in front of me. The window rolled down slowly, and I calmly met his ice-cold expression. Felix gripped the steering wheel tightly, saying nothing. After a long, suffocating standoff, he finally slammed his fist against the wheel and snapped impatiently, “You’re the admiral’s wife. What more could you possibly want?”

Then I cleared my throat to alert them of my presence making Shuri loosen herself from the embrace and come to me. Her eyes were laced with tears and I felt bad immediately. "He has won, Amara," She cried hugging me tightly. "Who won? I don't understand you Shuri," I replied her puzzledly. "Massimo," She replied with a shaky voice and I felt like she was a commodity. Well, that's odd.