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He sneered as he looked at the warriors and me. "She would go to jail and nothing would happen. We would go to the war with other warriors of the werewolf kingdom and come back victorious. And besides, I have my brother Ken, who is also a warrior and a leader just like her as you said, and I believe he is going to win with his hundreds of thousands of warriors and not just a handful of a few hundred warriors like the Reapers." He sneered mockingly.

~ BRIAN ~ For some reason, Lyric had been extremely worried about this war. Of course, she had to be worried, but it felt like she was worrying way too much. As though there was something she knew that she wasn't telling me. "Here's the file for the warriors." Jordan pulled me out of my train of thoughts, dumping a textbooklike file in front of me. "Oh, okay, thank you." I said and opened the first page, reading through the profile and strength of the Warriors.

a message popped up on my phone. A sly smile spread across my face as I read the words. It was so unreal. Even though I had no idea who this person was, he had become an integral part of my life. The training grounds were alive with the sounds of sparring—growls, shouts, and the clash of claws. The sun was high, casting a warm light across the field where warriors honed their skills daily. I had spent the morning practising with Axel and other warriors, pushing myself harder than usual to be ready for anything.

We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.

He smirked at her, quirking an eyebrow at her in a subtle challenge. And you were his Beta? You look more like a scared rabbit… His words were still like silver bullets piercing into her chest. Instead of fatally wounding her, she realized that he was right. She didn’t recognize the girl she had been gradually becoming. Most who knew her would never associate her with a scared rabbit. She was her Alpha’s Beta and she was his best warrior. She was not a scared little rabbit. She’d make sure he’d understand that and she’d smack that infuriating expression off his face. That expression he wore like he won and had power over her like he knew he could intimidate her with a only a look.

“I can’t believe this happened to you.” Cherry: That fucking bastard burned the bar down… Let’s kill him now… I want his fucking throat in my mouth. My wolf was pissed and so was I, but I could not do anything while there was so many people around. “You did this.” I said, softly, keeping my eyes on the bar. He chuckled and stood in front of me, making me stare at him. “Ah, this bar was getting old, anyways.” He told me. “I felt it needed a…. What’s that word… A new look.”

I said inwardly as I tied it for him. I got adopted when I was still a six-month old baby, as I was told any time I asked about my parents. Dante Marcus was the only father I knew. His wife who was also my step mom owned a large pharmaceutical company and would most of the time stay at work. Dante Marcus was the owner of an executive watch company; they were so filthy rich but they still worked as if there would be no tomorrow. “you have heard about the blood tests that have been recently going round” he said as a matter of fact

The fury burned in my chest; my voice rose like a blade: “I will not be an unfilial daughter. And now—leave.” A stunned silence. He stood there, mouth working, no words coming out. Then Colin’s hand closed over mine, warm and steady. “Don’t waste another breath on him,” he murmured. “He’s not worth your time.” He lifted his eyes to Barry, his tone as calm as a blade drawn from its sheath: “I am a Warrior of Bayport. I am the Bond-mate chosen by the Bayport Council itself. This injury of my leg was earned at the border, saving lives. And even so, I can still protect Emily.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

i take my personal matters seriously i always worry about details especially with my personal working space, its the same reason im so concerned with the state of my pack warriors fighting imbalance ,a problem i didn't realize all along until someone showed up, but hey a problem known is a problem solved right . "Its just the blinds to your windows are all opened ,and i really dont understand why you're so hot ,none of my business anyway just let me have the damn rum " .He says extending his arms out Oh yes i reply reaching out for the bottle of rum ,he puts down the tumbler on the table and i pick it , filled it up and offered to give it back to him ,oh wait that would be foolish ,i say to