Novel & Cerita Black Crewmate

Black could protect his own daughter, but my need to guard my mate was in my blood. Mr. Black is a wildlife monitor, but he is also part of our pack in a way. Mr. Black is part of all the packs in the country. I’m pretty sure Evelyn has no clue. I have only heard the stories about why he left, but he did it to protect his family.

Letting the darkness consume me again. "Status report, Alpha. Some of the Black Moon members have moved to Meadowood territory. Zeta Jamal is training the recruits. John and Blake are running Meadowood alongside Libby as the acting Alpha until your return. I'm running Black Moon pack. Helping them rebuild and work as a team and not a separate entity. Bro, get better soon. I miss your voice and Mom misses you as well. I'll be back later to check on you." Trevor's voice was laced with uncertainty and concern.

Stevan standing up to introduce himself and his member. “My name is Stevan Maverick, PRD-class Herrscher. Then our SLT-class, Alto Corlena. GRD-class, Lucas McJaeger. RTH-class, Mateo Harper. GLT-class, Sylvia Ortis. LST-class, Milly Einsburn. And ENV-class, Helena Raymond.” Said Stevan. One by one Squad 97 member is standing up after their name spoked. “It’s been an honor to share same table with our seniors, then let us to introduce our squad member.” Said Alexa.

Blake finally held up the name plate off the table a little that read ‘West Regional Alpha’ to help Clinton to remember. “Oh yes. My apologies Alpha. Everyone, please welcome Alpha Chrysalis Blackcrest of the Blackcrest pack. She is replacing her father Alpha Virgil. The Blackcrest pack is also responsible for providing the media technologies for us today.” I decided if he was going to put me in the spotlight I would take advantage.

However, Aaron was still by my side for the purpose of protecting me, but I didn't stop him from doing so. I looked at Kavier who was dealing with the sudden emergence of the assassins who were wearing all-black clothing while their faces were covered with black masks. Their eyes were red, filled with ferocity and some of them had already shifted from their wolf form running towards our direction. Most of them went to Kavier, while the others went towards us. I looked at Aaron who calmly took two hatchets that were still swinging above, then he swirled them in his hands as if he was swinging with some light baton.

My messy dark hair fell around my body and stuck to my moist narrow features. God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others. As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow. The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown. Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal. The pain in my chest was so great I could hardly stand to my feet. I nearly fell over but thankfully my slave friend Kamala stood beside me and kept me on my feet.

Maven turns back towards Kaden as he yells, “Leave the Renegade Pack, now!” I hear the sound of him shifting into his wolf before he rushes off. Maven takes a deep breath before saying, “Without further ado, the new Renegade pack Beta is, Bennett Clark! We will be having a celebration this weekend for this new addition to our leadership. Please, give Bennett and his mate and your new Beta Female, Grace, a hand!”

We need to do what we can now to keep him confused and his trail cold. My crew doesn't bat an eyelash at our conversation as Ace and I continue to go over logistics. Those who know what I'm talking about already know the details, and those who don't know know better than to pry. Half the members of my dark ops crew were once Thorns, chosen for their discretion, intelligence, and potential. And many in the BLACK EAGLE project go on to either start their own companies or, like Charley, are brought into Grant Group.

she said, grabbing my hand. A few minutes later I was in the backseat of a black Escalade with a massive guy named Blue who had a blue mohawk and tattoos over pretty much every inch of his skin. It took all my efforts not to look at him, but he took up so much space and his leg kept touching mine. He was human, but Maxim wasn’t. He also didn’t seem to be Russian, but I guessed it didn’t much matter. “You ladies are going to love this place. Just stick with us all right? We’re going straight into the VIP lounge,” Maxim said, stopping in front of the club.

Their gazes were cold and unflinching, and their auras of power were nothing to scoff at. “When I meet them, I would crash them,” the Black Team member who wielded the axe gritted his teeth and said to the other member who used the hammer. Both were given names because of their proficiency with their weapons. The axe user was called Black Axe, and the hammer user was called Black Hammer.