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I then let his throat go and retreated growling, tall and regal in the moon's light. Kaelen was at my right side, his midnight-black fur rubbing against my pure white coat. Caleb was on my left and Jace was covering our blind spot. The mate bond vibrated with the power and excitement of pride. They were my and I was theirs. The commander came up onto his knees, rubbing his bruised throat. The other Lycans fell to their knees, and their heads were bowed low to the moss. “You are greater than your father,” the commander growled, his eyes awed with a new and frightening kind of reverence. “Vane.” Commander of the Exiled Vanguard. “We are yours to command. But we must move quickly.”

“Caspian. So nice of you to join us. I thought you would cower up and never show your face again that’s why—“ “You need to stop this. Stop the war, please Father. This is madness and it needs to stop now!” Duncan backed. “What has gotten into you, Caspian? Has she charmed you? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” “No, it’s what you’ve always wanted, father. I never wanted this. I never wanted to be a crimson. I never wanted death. I only wanted to be one of the commanders of Stealth. That has been my dream.”

"I love you more baby, always." *** Connor *** "What the fuck?" Zak and his bullshit! "Right let's head over to the Commander's place." The others grinned and shook their heads as we moved away from the noise. Why the fuck does it always sound like he's killing the poor girl? Thank fuck I usually gag Dani's ass or stuff my tongue down her throat so these nosy fucks don't catch a show.

Ubuntu smiled, a sly grin displaying across his face. He shifted his gaze to Cassandra, and he continued, "Well, all in all, Cassandra I'm glad that you finally got your wish — which is getting us to war with the Lakewood pack." "But one thing, you prolly forgotten is — by declaring war, you transfer power from the courts, you can easily manipulate, to the Commanders that you can't manipulate anymore." Ubuntu snickered. "...and I think I'm still something of a commander, or what do you think..."

fuck that. Brandon was trying to think of so many ways to fuck up the Commander's life, it wasn't even funny. He couldn't believe that Commander Branson would stoop so low. To call him a rapist? Oh, his evil mind thought of so much shit. But nothing could fuck with the Commander like his daughter.

“That’s definitely an option too. I’ll probably talk to mom about it too. She’s good with the fundraising money side of things. We could raise some of it and then compromise on others.” We both looked at each other. “Dad, what is going on with her? I mean, you felt it. She doesn’t usually lose control like that.” “Your instincts were right. She wants to see her friend. Since you wouldn’t let her have the Commander on territory…” “She thought going off territory would be fine.” He nodded. “Except the Commander isn’t too fond of packs. I mean, there is a reason that a Commander like them would go rogue. It was a choice on their part.”

It was a good strategy, but…. He forgot something. Strength-based warriors have one point that makes them a strong opponent—stamina. "I'm afraid Conrad will be the one losing.” I pointed out with a smile, and a few elders glanced at me. Diana was the first to speak, with a sneer, "Commander's eyes are not as sharp as I had thought. Can't you see that Bernard cannot even match Conrad? In no time, he would be defeated.” A few Elders chorused her statements and gave me a look that spoke volumes of their disdain, but my smile remained.

Wind howled through the trees, drowned out by the battle cries that started to ring out across the field. We were almost there, with the rogues flying like sharp knives through the air. The Lycan King, Fabian, my mate, was stationed at the other end of the battle, commanding his own troops. The individual who had made a commitment to ruin my family. But the bond still lit up, continued and unbounded.

“Command us.” The word landed heavy. Command. I felt the truth of it coil in my chest. They were not free. They were waiting. Waiting for a sovereign strong enough to claim them. The valley had old stories about bound legions created before the first Flame treaty. Warriors who answered only to the Mark. Warriors sealed away because no one could control them without losing themselves. I had cracked the seal when I used forbidden magic. I had not meant to. But meaning did not matter. “Say the word,” the leader urged softly. “End this war.”

Then again, the novel focussed too much on the female lead's love life. "Don't say such things." The other soldier scolded him, "It's too far from here and only a necromancer can raise a dead. Do you see any here? It's day time." I stopped questioning. It was a fictional world. Anything was possible. "Turn her over once," The Commander's voice interrupted them. "Check if she's breathing." Shitty Commander! I hated him.