Clone Troopers Mandalorian Novels & Stories

I am directionally challenged. I don't remember routes well, and I get lost quite easily. Wyatt Zimmerman, my best friend, refuses to believe me and insists on helping me fix this problem. He even gets Queenie Jackson, my foster sister, and Yvonne Lambert, my childhood sweetheart, on board to put me through "special training". They get off the subway before I do whenever we travel, leaving me alone at the station. They quietly leave through another entrance whenever we go shopping, leaving me wandering alone like a fool as I search for them. They always say it's to train my sense of direction. I step away to use the restroom during lunch today, and by the time I return, the three of them

Julian's P. O. V. My mate was a member of the White crescent wolf pack! The same pack that killed my mother and tried to kill me as well! The same pack I've been planning to have my revenge on for years! I brought out an old but still very sharp dagger that was given to me by Mabel's dad a few years after I started living with them. Placing it in my bag, I strapped the bag around me and got out of the house in a manner of urgency.

Sabertooth's safety was paramount, and Howard had to make the trip. Besides, there was the matter of the map—a ticking time bomb that needed defusing, and soon. "Loud and clear!" came Sabertooth's robust reply. Then, a thunderous boom echoed. 20 minutes had passed when the Mendorra military base erupted with the thunderous roar of a jet piercing the sky, its scream fading into the distance. Meanwhile, Howard and his companions were on their way. Far away, at the mouth of a vast canyon, eighth army trucks ground to a halt. They belonged to the elite Blood Shadow Troops, commanded by a man known as Sabertooth, and their allies, the Rakshasa.