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The three of them looked at each other, confused about how to proceed with the order from Drake, as one of them mind-linked the former alpha, informing him that they were not enemies but the Gamma and one of the warriors. [Kill them.] That was the only thing that Drake said through the mind-link, and they couldn’t even confirm it for the second time because Drake had closed his mind to them. That was the order, but how could they make a move on the Gamma? “Gamma Lance, I think you need to leave. Please, follow me,” one of the warriors said cautiously. He was trained by the Gamma; thus, he knew he couldn’t take him down even if there were three of them, especially when he had another warrior

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.

Now, here I was, seeking the only person I thought might have some answers. Gamma Celeriac stood at the packhouse entrance, tall and rigid like a mountain. His presence had always demanded respect. But now, his expression was unreadable, carved from stone. He hadn’t aged a day since I last saw him, but something in his eyes looked heavier, deeper—like he already knew what I was here for. “Hades,” he greeted me, voice even. “Gamma,” I returned, setting Ruby down beside me. Her hand instantly found mine. “I... I need to speak with you.”

A drop dead silence follows the finality in her voice. Gamma Carmden is the second best warrior we have, after my father. As our Gamma, she is also automatically our Head Warrior. A Gamma's primary duty is to ensure the safety and security of the pack he or she swore his or her allegiance to. No matter the cost. I admire Gamma Carmden's strength, resilience, and courage, but the woman is no softie at all. Losing her mate years ago hardened her and made her so cold and cut off from the rest of the world….

I added. “Couldn’t agree with you more,” Hazel chimed in. “But it’s a precarious situation. Pele seems to be supporting Old Alpha Sven. And since Pele is the current Gamma…” “He might have warrior support,” I sighed, putting two and two together. “Wait,” Jules said. “What’s a gamma?” We explained to Jules that a gamma was in charge of the warriors, and had an obligation to protect the pack. Jules nodded. “So you’re worried that Pele might use the warriors against you?” he asked.

Until then, I asked Daemon more about him: "Do you know Gamma?" Daemon laughed and then added seriously, "You were added for protection and don't know Gamma? He's the strongest and most ferocious. Alpha Gamma is a quad hybrid, a massive wolf unlike any we've seen before. His fur is jet black, and his eyes are mismatched, his gaze instills fear in those around him." This description was enough to make me stay away. What would happen if I got close to such a person? I don't like breaking pack laws; I don't care about any hybrid and am proud of my pure bloodline and fidelity. I follow the Moon Goddess's rules faithfully.

His bearing was military. Marcus. The Royal Gamma. Seeing the newcomer, Derek's face lit up with hope. Even beaten nearly beyond recognition, he recognized his savior. "Marcus! Marcus, you finally came!" His voice was desperate. Pleading. He glared at Garrett and my brother through gritted teeth and swollen eyes. "My best friend Marcus is the Royal Gamma. The strongest warrior in this entire territory!" He spat blood. "So what if you're the Royal Beta? As long as the Gamma supports me, you can't arbitrarily strip me of my Alpha position!"

The Ascended merely staggered, shook their heads, and kept charging, firing their assault rifles wildly at the base. "They don't feel pain!" Jack swore. He stood on the outer wall in his heavy Mark V Exoskeleton, winding up the rotary cannon. BRRRRRRRT. A storm of depleted uranium shells tore through the red robes, turning the snow into a horrific slurry of crimson and glowing blue.

“I know I am in the wrong, please forgive me!” In his bone-chilling fear, Gamma Kevin has reverted to his human form. He pants in fear. All that bravado is long gone. A massive figure stands in front of him. I only see the endless muscular expanse of his back. The telltale sign of his dusty red cloak adorned with black fur makes me freeze. He wears a silk black suit underneath to match. Slowly, the figure bends down and with practiced elegance grabs Gamma Kevin by the front of his shirt. He had picked up Gamma Kevin as if he weighed nothing.

Everybody ETA on the hour, we move before dawn to keep the element of surprise. Drawing on my bullet proof vest I feel it mould to my body. This is magically engineered armour designed to protect each species in its own way. Of course we are all different shapes so a generic piece was made and infused with magic to give it the ability to fit anything from a tiny fox to a huge ten foot bear. Then the assault begins as small explosions are set off to draw out the guards surroundingthe two labs, I don't know which one Dakota is in because no matter how hard I have tried to speak to her through our mate bond Ihaven't been able to make contact.