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she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes. “I'm always cool,” Vincent defended. “You look beautiful too, Morty. I've missed you,” Nica said. Morticia careful carried Bran, Vincent’s youngest son, and greeted little Evan, holding and taking them in further. “So you did it, huh?” Vincent sighed as he approached Klaus, who was chatting with Ava. “This is weird, but congratulations,” he grinned and hugged his best friend. “I missed you, brother,” Klaus said. Vincent lowered his voice. “And yet you didn't invite me for the fight you had not too long ago.”

“Future warrior king, too. Don’t forget that part.” As Eric spoke, Emma fell silent. Nearby, students who had begun to get out of their classes stopped, overhearing the exchange and murmuring amongst themselves. In this school, Adrian Almond was the strongest warrior; not Eric, despite his prowess back in high school. For now, at least. Growing up, though, my brother had been the strongest warrior in our entire pack. He was, of course, the son of an Alpha. My father spared no expenses when it came to Eric’s training, and it was obvious.

I fought with everything I had, covered in blood, and held the line until Lucas and my brothers made it back. That battle left me on the verge of death; I lay in the infirmary for three full months. Lucas and my brothers knelt by my bed, weeping. Lucas held my hand, trembling as he asked if I would be his Luna. He said I saved the whole pack, that I was the bravest she-wolf. My brothers also swore that Seraphina, that coward, had been removed from the family tree. From then on, they said, I was their only sister.

"Fear not! There aren't many!" Our warriors nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew the odds were against us. The rival pack arrived, their growls and snarls filling the air. The two groups clashed, the sound of snapping jaws and clashing steel echoing through the forest. The battle raged on, neither side giving an inch. Our warriors fought valiantly, taking down rival pack members left and right. But the enemy just kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. I watched in horror as a rival pack member lunged at Richard, but Ross leapt to his brother's defense, taking down the attacker with a swift kick.

"These dudes are no joke—they're deep into martial arts. Two of them can really throw down, and the top dog? He's a martial god with ultimate mastery!" "The club member's buddies got wrecked, and he ended up with a busted arm. They're all waiting for an ambulance now." "Foreign warriors?" Nevaeh's brow creased. "Citrakuta guys?"

After a while, he heard a knock on his door. "Come in." He said sitting up. In came Emilio Rivera, his best friend and the one that was to be beta when he became alpha. Emilio was also talk, but not as tall as Rodriguez. He had blond hair that had been swept back and brown eyes. Him and Rodriguez had been friends for a long time and this also made them partners in crime.

“Fuck. I could have sworn they would have known who we were. We fucking introduced themselves.” They both slammed hundred dollar bills on the table. Bryan added another and Auri came over from the kitchen where she was standing and gathered the money, shoving it in her pocket. I looked at them, confused. “Goddess, he really doesn’t know.” Lucy shook her head and left my side. “No wonder they have been treating us like shit.” “Shall we reintroduce ourselves then?” Hector smiled, leaning against the table. “We’ll start.” One of the head warriors smiled. “I’m AJ, Jax is my older brother. We are known more in the mercenary community as The Bloodblades.”

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

Yet now they were the enemy, and my blade didn’t hesitate. Around me—and far ahead—I could see the people I now fought for holding their ground. Alpha Stefan was winning his battle, fierce and unrelenting. The other two Alphas, Damian and Tristan, were cutting through the chaos with impressive strength. Beta Marcel was holding his line, and many of the warriors fought bravely, refusing to break. But overall… my father’s warriors were carving through them faster. And my brothers—my three brothers—were doing the most damage. They were slaughtering warriors like flies. Watching them was difficult, almost sickening. Their precision. Their speed. Their ruthlessness. It reminded me exactly why our

Alpha Greg Brody and his men had been ruthless last night. You would have thought they were pissed off or something! I have lost nearly half of my Warriors. To add insult to injury, I got a mind link telling me Brody's men are throwing dead bodies over my borders. I told my warriors to burn the bodies. Because there wasn't a damn thing else I could do.