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Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

If I don’t kill these cats, I will lose my life. I push myself harder, sharpening every move—only to find the beasts growing smarter. Their strikes sync, their feints match mine. They fight with a cunning no ordinary cat possesses. They think like wolves; they bleed like wolves. Someone’s wolf-heart is pulling their strings. The first claws slice through my shoulder—hot, sharp, tearing. Before I can even feel the pain, another strike rips across my legs and sends me crashing backward. One cat hesitates. The other doesn’t. It slams me into the earth with brutal weight, snarling inches from my face.

We're still winning. We are, technically. But Mike's sharper these days. Not stronger—just... better trained. Beta training is a privilege and a responsibility. And an annoying advantage when your older brother has been drilled in strategy and control while you've been drilled in "try not to kill each other in the basement." I'm Catherine Evans. Cat to everyone who knows me. KitCat to my family, because apparently they're incapable of letting go of anything cute and humiliating. I turned eighteen earlier this year—and finally got to shift into my wolf.

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Wren's pov For a moment, the room was still, like the stillness of the forest before a predator strikes. The warriors were more wolves than humans at this point and they were standing between I and my only chance of escape. One of the warriors stepped forward, I bared my canines at him and let out a growl. I was like a damsel in distress except there was no knight with shining armor to save me. It also didn't help that my head felt like one big ball of cloud.

Kieran’s POV It was easier to say I was moving on than to actually do it. I sighed, turned the page of the book I was reading, and tried to focus on the words. The book was one of war strategy in werewolf packs, describing different formations, the best positions to claim on the battle field, tactics, and ways to keep your wolves motivated. It was the sort of thing I often read, finding interest in running and ruling a pack, and trying to put what I learnt into my training as a Warrior Wolf. I’d always thought that I’d be a better soldier if I understood the scope of war as a whole.

Gray still asks for a bazooka, - I added, winking at Nikita. - Went to war on the city? Yana laughed. - Would you like to join? I asked dismissively. Weapons are weapons, but I also needed fighters. The she-wolf with her guys was a strong player with her own autonomy for the arms business and, having lured her to her side (of course, on favorable terms), only Ibragimov remained on the list of my competitors for the place of the mistress of the city. At least those competitors who were real.

Made perfect sense, but I was also confused. “If he isn’t the beta, does that mean you have two betas?” I inquired because I was confused. A pack only had an Alpha, A beta and sometimes A gamma, who was the head warrior in most cases, but not all. I had never heard of one with two betas.

*Allie-Jean’s POV* I had no experience in combat. I had never fought in my wolf form or even in my human form. All of the other girls had been trained since they were younger, instead of schooling as my home pack had done. We believed that we were safe. We were relatively peaceful, so our men being trained would be enough. Now, we weren’t guaranteed our safety and I worried for my home pack, who hadn’t ever really taken combat training seriously.

Places I have never been before. I found my most secret place in meditation. A place where I am seated in a beautiful red garden, in my meditative form, A big black lion is sitting in front of me, and on the other side, A big brown wolf. The wolf refuses to bow to the lion for a very long time. They would fight and wrestle while I sit and watch. It was obvious that my Lycan hadn’t settled, there was an obvious conflict between the two creatures and even though I was born of a Lycan father, my spirit wolf still hadn’t settled with the reality of being a Lycan.