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But as he reached the door, a heavy, armored hand slammed it shut from the other side. "Sterling." Jack recognized the voice. Deep, gravelly, with an accent that carried the weight of centuries. He opened the door to find himself face-to-face with Korvin the Rendered, a seven-foot-tall former Null Beast who had been accidentally given physical form by Haley's chaos wave. He was a massive, grey-skinned humanoid with fractal patterns running across his body like living tattoos, and he was flanked by twenty armed soldiers who shared his unsettling, half-rendered appearance.

His eyes lock on mine and I can see the relief flood his face. He stands up and I can feel the need to touch him grow and almost explode as he starts towards me. I can feel his need and his relief. Korra is… Korra? My Korra. Korra is here. Time doesn’t stop, Korra's mentally wagging her tail and urging me to run to him when I feel his shock… Shock fills his eyes and I frantically try to see what’s wrong. I look down at his chest… he’s ripped open… his beautiful chest is…

Their hands moved closer to weapons, their eyes watched every movement a d they waited as the lead vehicle door opened. A large figure stepped out then Immediately, attention shifted toward him. Even from a distance, Amarok carried himself like an Alpha. He was confident, relaxed and dangerous. I could tell from just watching him. His men straightened slightly behind him. Amarok noticed me immediately then smiled genuinely, not the fake political smiles most Alphas used. I continued forward until we stood several feet apart. "Alpha Kael" he greeted, his voice deep and calm. I smirked slightly. "I'm surprised you came so early" I said.

Slowly—because moving too fast might make her pounce—I turned on the stool. Kora stood in the arched doorway, arms folded beneath her chest, head tilted like she was studying something mildly disappointing. Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, not a strand out of place. She wore black leather pants and a fitted crimson top that looked more like armor than clothing. Everything about her screamed predator playing at civility. I slid off the stool and dipped my head the smallest fraction. Respect without groveling. I’d learned that balance the hard way. “Miss Kora,” I said, keeping my voice even despite the way my pulse roared in my ears. “What are you doing here?”

I answer her with a harsh tone. “Dora, look at me.” She says pulling me out of my mates’ embrace and when she sees my face I noticed her expression change into worry but in a split of a second she put on her serious expression. “Charlie, go call our alpha.” She summons my dad while still looking at me half transformed. Me and Lua sharing the control. My ear pointed like an elf’s, my teeth turned into fangs and my nails into claws. “What is it?” My dad asks.

Rahila said, Isadora hugged me calmly. “Everyone believes you didn’t just collapse from fatigue, it was as if something went wrong.” Gaven said, he looked as though he was trying to figure something out. “Did you get your demon?” Isadora asked and I nodded. “Oh my God! That explains why you collapsed.” Gaven said. He sounded relieved. “What is her name?” Rahila asked. “Kora, that’s her name.” I said. They all smiled, Rahila looked excited. “That means, soon you’ll be able to unlock your powers.” Isadora said, she gave me another hug.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

"Look, I appreciate the offer, but even though this must be some kind of weird hallucination or joke, come on, your mate? That sounds like a long-term commitment to me, and well, I just don't think that's going to work. We've just met, after all, and I know nothing about you, not even, for example, your name." "Kor'iander Vel Menos, but you may call me Kor. I am descended from the Third Moon clan, the primary line, of course, and I have the post of first warrior to the Third Moon regiment," he said with a bow, marred only by the swinging appendage between his legs, which made her blush crimson again.

"Then it's my turn, Hope Balder, brother of the legend Elizabeth, Avatar of rank E, but evaluated with a potential of rank D, I am a hero and probably the strongest in physical power here. With me, victory is assured!" He looked proudly at his audience, most looking annoyed. "What a good talker... I am Cid, but for you all it's Barron, I don't have time to say anything about me or my power, whatever will come to me, I'll crush it." They looked at him while sighing, Eryl amused. "I think it's good like this. Then it's only left you, Sir Carper." "... I know, I am Anesidora, Dora for 4 people but Mister Carper for the others, E-Rank Avatar... Shaman."

However, none came his way. Smiling, Oritha gave Zen a pat on the back. “You’ve got good eye! I didn’t think she would be here in the academy too.” Coral was one of the people Zen wasn’t so sure about initially. However, Vera’s recommendation made him think twice. She was the odd one out in Oriole’s new party because of her background. Like Oritha, she was very athletic and would make a great warrior in the game. Unlike Oritha, who had dark hair, Coral had golden hair and amber eyes. However, she was tanner than Sasha and Akiko. The scar on her left cheek and the iron brand on her left inner wrist spoke volumes about the type of life she had previously.