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They either want nothing to do with me since I'm with what's considered a dangerous and criminal organization, or they want me more, naked, on top of my bike. Can't say the later doesn't sound appealing with Robin. "Club huh?" "Nightmare Warriors." I nod my head, pleased that she hasn't gone running off telling me to stay away from her. "Think I've heard of them. Aren't you guys the ones that go into bars at Christmas Eve, endeavoring out to take advantage of poor unsuspecting beautiful bartenders?" A laugh consumes my body as I chuckle through my worried expression. Fuck this girl is something else. "Something like that."

Snarls and growls filled the air as we clashed with them, our warriors meeting their attack head-on. I dove into the fight, my claws slashing through the first wolf that lunged at me. Beside me, Axel moved with precision, his blade striking with deadly accuracy. My dad held the line, his commands cutting through the chaos like a whip. Our warriors rallied around him, their movements sharp and coordinated. A rogue wolf lunged at me from the side, his teeth bared. I spun, delivering a powerful kick to his chest that sent him sprawling. Before he could recover, I leapt onto him, my claws sinking into his side.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

H y u n. I... a m... g o i n g... t i... r i p... o f f... y o u r... f i n g e r s... i f... y o u... d a r e d... t o... t o u c h... t h a t... b o o k... a n d... I... a m... f u * k i n g... s e r i o u s." She warnyth wolf spirit who gulped as his hand paused in mid air.

I grabbed it, then tossed it onto the ground as the wooden blade landed with a loud thud. "You don't understand." I dropped onto the grass, hugging my knees. "Everyone in this pack hates me." "My father, my sister, the Alpha. Why should I become a warrior to protect people who'd rather see me dead? I don't want to protect them." My hands clenched. "I want revenge. I want every single one of them to regret what they've done to me." Kael didn't speak immediately. Instead… he slowly sat beside me. "I understand." His voice was unexpectedly gentle. "My mate rejected me too."

He was a Lycan — a creature thought to be out of extinction since the time dinosaurs walked on Earth. According to legends, Lycans were werewolves; but they were more powerful, undefeated, intelligent, fiercer, stronger and deceitful than any werewolves could ever be. Unlike normal werewolves who walked on four paws, Lycans walked on two, and early philosophers who were unfortunate to meet them described them as ruthless and fearful creatures. Lycans were also regarded as the creators and gods of werewolves.

As I was not part of a pack anymore I couldn’t mind link anyone if there was more than a few yards of distance between us and Heath was too far for me to connect with, So Matt did it instead, He’d mind linked Heath and all of their Pack warriors, Heath would then warn Layton and the other Alpha’s that had joined our fight… in turn they would all warn the warriors from all of their packs. I turned from Matt to face the forest again, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and listened for every sound and I could sense… them growing closer and at a quick pace, like a slow jog. As I reopened my eyes I could see silhouettes in between the trees ahead, when they gradually became more and more visibl

I feel like Lola thanking she needs to be like that with me, is comparing me to the men in that pack. And I would like to think I am nothing like them. Yeah I could be a grumpy bastard sometimes, especially as a warrior, I was mean ruthless, but that is how we are trained. That never came home, it never came off the training field or from the battlefield. That was just who I was. That was part of being a warrior. So it hurt she would be even likening me to the sort of men that had been in her pack, that had treated the women so badly.

It did not matter even if today was my 18th birthday, I still had to go through my routine. To others I was still a kid but then I was the first female Beta ever since werewolves walked through the earth. I liked the feel of working amongst several male werewolves. It gave me a sense of equality and it was what I admired and craved for. "Align!!" I ordered, in a loud voice as I walked into the training grounds. The training grounds were not far from the borders of the pack. At my words, the soldiers that were scattered around formed a straight line. Their eyes were set straight and they stood ramrod straight.

We had fewer female warriors than I would like to admit at MacTire. Crossing the river took longer than I had anticipated; the bear shifters we had with us swam across with no problems, and helped the two were-cats without direction, were-cats are great swimmers, but they hate water and have a slightly smaller frame than us wolves and, especially compared with bears and the rush of water lifted them easily, in truth none of us expected the river to be so deep and fast. Despite my adversity with were-bears, the bears in our packs were true team players and I was thankful for their skills. They were just as much pack members as anyone and I would treat them as such. I can’t say honestly that I