Draw The Squad 3 Novels & Stories

Not until we were sure that it was over. A door suddenly burst open to our left and in came the two squad captains. Skyr had no emotion on his face, but commander Dyroth was shamelessly boasting as he threw his hands in the air and yelled. “WE WON! WE BEAT SQUAD C! WE BEAT THE GENERAL’S SQUAD!” He yelled gleefully and ran towards his members who were gathered on one side. They were all praising Rachel for landing the final hit on me.

I looked over at him, Sebastian on the other chair, he had his hood up for comfort and his hands half down his trousers. “She?” I asked, my face crinkled. Blake chuckled, tightening his arm around me. “Ollie, stay come on”. Sebastian rolled his eyes. I refused to argue with him. He knew I wanted to stay so why even fucking pretend. Instead I wiggled my body closer to Blake, turning to Sebastian and sticking my tongue out. Sebastian’s face wanted to go angry but instead he smiled at me, pulling his hood now further. “You want to stay?” Blake asked me, I looked up at him and nodded.

I could feel everyone getting anxious whenever she was around and I know that it was because they still; remember what they did to her. I stood at the forefront, a formidable presence exuding strength and determination. The training session for the squad was about to begin, a vital component of preparing the warriors for the challenges that lay ahead and watched as the squad members gathered, their expressions a mix of eagerness and focus. The squad, comprised of 80 warriors from various packs, was a testament to unity and cooperation. They had come together to form a formidable force against their common enemy—the encroaching vampire threat. "Alright, everyone, gather around," I called, my

It wasn’t that long ago, yet it somehow feels like another lifetime. We get dressed and head around the building, approaching the gate to find that the practice field is a flurry of activity. The second wave of squad members are getting ready to head off to Denver, and we’ll follow in a day or two depending on our intel. Amid the groups of squad fighters hanging around and the stream of people spilling out of the complex with duffel bags slung over their shoulders, I see Theo, Brock, and Reid huddled together off to one side. Quinn and I head in their direction, but the three of them are so engrossed in conversation that they don’t even look up until we’re right up on them.

“Hold the marked ground until the horn. No mercy on the pressure. Third-years will hit both sides. The squad that keeps the ground longest wins the rotation advantage for a month.” Dain looked at Phyna across the start line. “Unclaimed leading scraps. This will be short.” Phyna answered. “Then make it short.” The exercise began. The third-years hit both squads hard. Dain’s group held with skill and crest confidence. Phyna’s group bent. She called the adjustments the way she had in every night session. “Close the left. Sable take the high calls. No one chases. Feet under you. Hold.” They held.