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I’m not sure the impression Sage is trying to give out but no matter what shit he throws my way, I wasn’t going to bow to his egocentric undeserving self. He may be the pack’s Alpha but to me, he’s not but a pain in the ass which I have to tolerate for the meantime, at least till I figure my way out. “Thank you,” I say paying off the Uber driver before stepping out. He dropped me off a few walks to Sage’s territory where humans aren’t to be allowed. Werewolves lurk around humans, and our identities have to remain a secret to avoid endangering the lives of the humans as well as the wolves.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

'Apologies,' came the woman again, 'my data shows that you have no idea who I am. "Your data ?" quizzed Lucas. "Who are you?" Natasha turned back to the woman. 'I'm identified as Sally—an interactive consciousness created by Dr. Katherine Patterson,' replied the woman, 'I am a first class artificial intelligence designed to solve problems, analyze and configure data as well as manipulating data to predict future outcomes and possibilities.' "What?" came both Lucas and Natasha. 'Think of me as a network but in the form of a human being.' "So, you're a robot?" asked Lucas.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

She was also intrigued by the appearance of Tyler as it was different from that of other werewolves. She finally put the cap back on the top of the tumbler and Alpha spoke in a sarcastic manner, “Had your water missed? Shall I continue with the agenda now?” a hint of irritation was evident in its speech.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

In seconds, the two lunge at me, and I dodge, letting them crash into each other, while at the same time, I sweep away the one closest, and he falls, hitting his head and fainting. Now, there was only one warrior left, and he enraged, shifted into mid-air and tried to land on top of me, jaws wide open. What no one knew was that in the River Ash Pack, we train in human form against wolves, and when I swerve and grab the wolf by the neck and give him a rear-naked choke, not letting his claws or teeth touch me, everyone in sight opens their eyes, with startled mouth. When my opponent faints, in less than 6 seconds, I drop his body to the ground and look at the fascinated head warrior.

She specifically wanted to find a lizard - like VEIL that has fire powers, the prime suspect of her best friend's death. Tirana and Claros - Vayu's walk eventually led them to a little shop with a sign that said Slithermorrow. It was the shop when Tirana once bumped into Claros when she was intrigued to buy a basilisk fang. Tirana still couldn't believe the friendly man who treated her the fang turned out to be the fabled Master Inventor, a Scion, and then a traitor. The old merchant man of Slithermorrow greeted animatedly. "Master Inventor! I thought you're going out today?"

Class: Dragon Sentinel Secondary class: Necrosmith Titles- Dragonslayer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Elemental Affinity- Death Level: 0/100 Exp:0 HP:5000 CON:500 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:500 DEX:100 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK: 225 STR:75 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 500 INT:100 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :62 AGI:62 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic). Advanced Stealth(Unique), Super Enhanced(Mystic), Calm down(U), Ultra- Amplify(Unique),Poison Mastery(Mystic), Acid Mastery(Mystic) ,Bioshift(Unique), Blinking Steps(Mystic), Time Shift(Unique),FireBall(Rare), Stealing Life(Disaster), Judgement Seal(Unique), Superior life(Disaster) , Advanced Heal

“Lycans don’t give this much for nothing.” “The catch is that I’m trying to prevent a war,” I said honestly. “And I need allies. I need packs who are willing to stand up and say that peace is possible. That reconciliation is possible.” “You need us to vouch for you,” Marta said, understanding dawning on her. “To tell other packs that the Wolf Slayer has changed. That he can be trusted.” “Yes.” “And if we refuse?”