Romans & histoires Draw Your Squad

The three kids were now looking at their senior, eager to know what the older girl meant. “It’s because of the last squad member! Every squad is made up of four individuals, each of varying talents. A squad is usually made up of a gunmaster, a strategist, a physician, and a close combat specialist. But the Prince’s squad is different. They have two gunmasters- the hydra twins- the prince is the close combat specialist and the last roommate is a strategist. They have no physician!” Hearing the words of their senior, the first years were stunned. They knew how important a physician is to a team. A team without a physician was basically a lion without teeth and claws- a harmless lion. They were

The witches had worked with Doris and made tactical clothing for us wolves that would change shape as we changed form, so we could shift back and forth and keep our gear. Everyone congregated in the squads we had been training with most of our lives. Each squad had a different purpose, made up of a mixture of an Alpha wolf, Valkyrie, Delta team member, vampires, wolf warriors, witches, and other werecreatures. Some squads were specialized, some generic. We took up our battle positions. Most of my brothers were scattered throughout the alliance with their own squads. I knew they would lead the people under their command admirably. We all waited for the imminent attack to find out what scenari

All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me. Dalia, his sister, was a younger image of her mom; she looked 18, and also her husband, Beta Amir Grage, was considered the third leader of the pack. He had short, wavy brunette hair and eyes that make you think of the clear blue sky whenever you look at them. As I extend a hand to lastly shake Dalia. She spoke out angrily, "I can't pretend anymore, Mom, knowing Connor's stupid action is endangering our pack."

The sound of the lieutenant’s boots were enough to rile everyone from whatever mundane pastime they were busy with. “Officer on deck!” A sergeant called as every Voltiir in the room stood in attention. “I need Squad 11 outside. The rest of you as you were.” As if in synchronized clockwork, the rest of the platoon returned to their activities as the summoned squad went outside. The two waited as the small team of seventeen lined by the barrack’s wall. “Aten. HUT” The squad produced a crisp salute at the officers, the Captain was the main source of their decorum. “Squad 11, this is now our commanding officer Captain Aster Likaya. She will be leading us throughout the duration of the mission.”

Ghosts or not, there was no way I was turning down that pay. "Is your in-game currency the same as the living world?" I asked. "Don't worry," she said. "We go through Aether Bank. It's connected to all major banks, so you can send it directly to your account." I relaxed. "Perfect." "The instance runs once a week. The ghosts arrive a few hours before the players, and that's when you do the makeup." She handed me a stylish wrist device. "This is a summoning device. When it lights up, bring your makeup kit and come to work."

Aurora is probably going to wet herself with excitement! I was right, she's already got a table picked out front and centre with a load of her cadet friends sitting around her, but no sign of Shane or Billy. Before I head over there and ask where they are, Alex is handing me a drink and nodding towards another table. "It's squad teams, we're over here." I stifle my disappointment, because I do actually like the people on my squad, but I'd rather be with my friends. Billy raises his hand in a wave from across the room, gesturing about going out for a fag after the quiz, so I give him a thumbs up, then sit with the rest of my squad.

Frederic continues to complain while I on the other hand actually focus on patrolling. Squad 8 was chosen for the patrol along with Squad 7; we were roughly 18 Legionnaires. Squad 8 consisted of Quintus the one eyed soldier, Pal’lacon the Veteran, Frederick the glutton, Varkii who was our leader, The four poets; Kant, Darren, Stephen, Matthew and lastly, I. Squad 7 did not have a leader so for now they deferred to Varkii. If the circumstances were any different I would have been complaining along with Frederick. But the members of Squad 7 had a stern look that enveloped their eyes. They seemed to be on alert, actually watching out for something.

Turning, I threw my arms around Paul and buried my face in his chest. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” “My pleasure, Kick-butt. You’ve been a dream to us. We all thought we were washed up old wolves. You gave us life and chased away the darkness. You are our dreamcatcher and now, our Commander.” He stepped back and all of them put their claw on their shoulder and kneeled down on one knee. I wiped the tears from my eyes and smiled. “I couldn’t ask for a better squad.” They started to laugh and Emmett came forward. “I think this calls for a second squad photo, what do you think?”

But most importantly, the warriors who live up at the complex eat, sleep, and breathe the squad life… they’ve selflessly dedicated themselves to defending the six-pack and built their lives around their positions on the squad, so how can we take that away from them? We can’t. Besides, the squad bands the six-pack together like nothing else can. Even though we’re all separate packs, the squad is the one thing that belongs to all of us. And honestly, I’d miss seeing the guys almost every day. Running the squad together keeps us close, and that closeness will only be a benefit in coming together to make decisions for the alliance in the future.

My voice was low but steady. Julia’s gaze flicked to Stephen. Of course. Waiting for backup. But Desmond spoke first. “I think she’s old enough to choose for herself. It’s her summer, her training.” “Thanks,” I muttered, grateful. I looked back at Desmond. “Can you walk me through the teams again? I don’t really know how they work.” He nodded. “Sure. We’ve got five main squads: Ironclaws they focus on close combat, raw strength, and endurance.