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My tongue felt heavy while the taste of that copper-honey blood coated the back of my throat, ensuring I didn't feel like the girl who had been crying in the silk sheets an hour ago. The warrior across from me stopped laughing. He was a Gamma, his frame thick with the kind of muscle that only comes from decades of guarding the border, and as he shifted his weight to grind his boots into the sand, he looked at me and then at the sword Duke had handed me before I walked out here. "Let me be direct with you, human," the warrior said, tightening his grip on his own blade until the leather wrap creaked under his palm. "I will be soft on you, because I don't want to damage the skin before the Alph

said Javiar. -------- Eloy shed his outer robes. He was bare chested except for his wedding ornament laying across his chest. He looked at Adharva and extended his hand. "Your scarf, highness," said Eloy. Adharva moved the silk cloth from his robe and extended it to Eloy who meticulously wrapped it around the chain and then turned. He looked at the warriors. There were seven waiting in a line. There seemed to be an order. Eloy took his sword and the first warrior bowed before him. What followed was a terrific battle and the only time, Eloy showed any weakness was when the fourth warrior managed to slash his sword across Eloy's arm. However, after a minor stumble, Eloy had outsmarted him and

She widens her eyes, staring at him in disbelief. "Hey, you are not going to be by my side and dress like that on my first day of..." "I am only this far away," he holds out his middle and forefinger, leaving a very small gap between them, "from going insane. Lord help me if I should be involved in your perfectionist behavior before you get used to your new rank. And you are forgetting I am a Warrior whose job is to train other warriors? This is normal dress code for me and what I do. If you only want to wear starched and ironed clothes, that is your problem. I prefer to breath."

“I think good things, but boys are weird. They said humans can’t be warriors, but you is a warrior. So that don’t make sense. Then they said you beat Miss Greta and that don’t make sense either. Nobody beats Miss Greta.” “Well, let me set one thing straight. I did NOT beat Miss Greta, but I did get to work with her. She is a really great warrior so if she tells you to do something listen, cause she’s the best. But, I am a warrior and a human. I just have to work a little different that’s all. I can get hurt worse because I don’t heal as fast as you do.” “Oh, so can I tell Todd he was kinda wrong then?”

Her house was in the opposite direction. ‘Where you going?’ I demanded to the warrior. ‘For a walk with my girl, before making sure she gets home safe. Who are you, her guard?’ he chuckled. Well he seemed to have got brave with a few beers. He may be a warrior, which yes, made him a worthy battle, but I was a Beta. Beta blood ran through me, meaning genetics were on my side, and that was before all the training I did. I could snap the little shit in two if I wanted. And he was getting a little cocky, I have to say...

I add. Beta Reid mind-links me assuring me the borders are secure. The changes we made earlier have cut off the attacks and helped us remove the threats. After Boyd’s threat, we call through our mind-link that all available warriors join their respective border patrol immediately. Suddenly twenty warriors left the room, heading to the borders for additional support. Just in case Boyd’s threat was beyond what we had planned for.

He’s watching me with lazy eyes. “Tell me, Nanny,” he slurs. “Do you know the warrior code?” I slam my jaw shut. My entire body feels hot. I’ve never heard of the warrior code. “No?” Beau prods. “I think a prospective warrior would know the code, right Arch?” “I know the code,” Archer snaps. “Better than I know my own name.” “Don’t be dramatic,” Beau sighs. He looks back at me. “Go on then, Nanny, tell us.”

she grinds out. Her stare immediately ruffles Beast's feathers. I'm King, the leader of the Shadow Warriors, I do not retreat. Two steps backward and I close the door as quickly as possible.

I know myself, pushing yourself to the point of pain is often a good way of coping with stress or struggling, having done that many a time when things were not going my way with Lilah in the early days. I know he had gone to Warrior Training as expected despite me telling him he could have some time off, he had said he wanted to carry on as normal and had attended. Which turned out to be not so much of a good thing as he snapped a fellow warrior’s wrist when practicing moves. Thankfully, it was a simple break and the warrior, Dom, should heal quickly with the help of his wolf, and he did not seem bothered by what had happened in the slightest. Though he was good friends with Gabe anyway, and

Smirking, I gave each of them a meaningful smirk as I taunted, “A good warrior questions only what matters on the battlefield and not whispers in the wind like some gossip-addicted teenagers.” Triggered, they stood up, one asking, “What do you mean by that?” I took a bite from the barbeque stick and shook my head, thinking, “As a warrior, shouldn’t they be smarter than this?” I wanted to taunt them further, but I knew better than to act the role Glenda wanted me to be in. One of the warriors in the other group stood up and joined us. He was buff and had tattoos on his arm. He looked straight into me without hesitation or fear, his arrogance vividly reeking on his face.