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"That is where Aidan moved the primary lab. It is the only building with a dedicated power grid and independent oxygen scrubbers." Sora adjusted the grip on his knife. He could see them. At least twenty tactical officers in full Corvin gear. They weren't just guards. They were wearing specialized silver-mesh armor designed to reflect Shifter attacks. He felt the frequency in his blood surge, humming against the back of his neck where Vardan had burned the tracker. The scar was tight, pulling at his skin, a constant reminder of the parasite that had lived inside him. "The armor they wear has a weakness," Vardan said, his voice a low rumble beside Sora’s ear. "The joints at the neck and the ba

The sound of armor was super close now and slowly, shadowy figures began stepping out of the woods, as the sunlight fell on them, Zara could recognize some of their faces. There were warriors that she had fought besides, countless times, why? Why were they betraying their pack now? The men were ten in number and they were all dressed in complete heavy armor, from the helmet to the breastplate, to the arm and thigh guards and they had their claws and fangs out. “We are not cutting through that with our claws,” Joel commented. “Speak for yourself,” Zara said and then let out a loud piercing howl and then got in tune with her wolf, her lush hair turned snow white and grew out to become a rich m

he said and handed me a file. “Okay. Track down Diamond next.” I said as I went through the file. “Boss, your weapons and armor are ready. Black painted Desert Eagles with black bullets. Black spandex and mask made from mithril ore. Your sword were also infused with adamantium and mithril ore making it extremely durable even against M60 machine guns. We have carefully collected 10 black roses. Everything is ready for your departure.” Starlet said. He acts my right hand man and he commands respect in the KWE organization.

At his side was a scythe, its curved edge wicked sharp. As stunning as Amora and Nyssa were, they were breathtaking when covered in armor. Amora’s was rose gold, the same pink hue as her cheeks, while Nyssa’s resembled a pearl, the material almost iridescent. The wolves that had joined us for the fight watched in awe as I dropped my glamour, my clothes morphing into armor a shimmering silver. While I wasn’t very skilled at using the thing, a sword hung at my hip. My skin was lit with an inner glow that turned my hair into a mess of writhing blue flames. I could feel my power pulsing within my eyes, illuminating the dark for all to see.

His hair was braided tight away from his face. She wore fitted armor lighter than his, designed for movement rather than the crush of the front line—leather reinforced with metal at vital points, her own sigil, the crescent‑shadow of the Moon‑Luna, newly stitched at her shoulder. At her belt, a knife. At her throat, the mark Kael had given her. Their wolves walked with them. Everyone could feel it. Mirella and Jace waited at the base of the stairs, mounted already. Mirella’s grin was sharp and wolfish, Jace’s expression grim but steady.

She scrambled to obey. For the next hour, Vespera constructed her armor. She rejected the pastels of her past life. She rejected the modest cardigans Mrs. Thorne had forced her to wear to look "grateful." She chose silk blouses with high necks that hid the finger-bruises on her arms. She chose wide-legged trousers that lengthened her stride. She chose blazers with shoulder pads that made her silhouette look like a blade. Black. Navy. Charcoal. And a deep, violent Crimson.

I sigh and rub circles on Amelie's back to calm her before she rips the sofa cushion apart. "He's still in France with Grandma. I'll talk to dad." She releases the cushion and leans into my shoulder. It worked. "The rest of the New Moon Alliance are Travis Payne of Dark Wood and Dale Nichols of the Red Star Pack, as we already suspected. Then we have Wade Darvin of the Motor City Pack, Reed Tarlo of the White Ridge Pack. Last and also the ringleader Nox Jericho of the Blue Crescent Pack. Those ten packs make up this alliance." Marcus sinks back into the sofa, pulling Jordan close to his side. She's still upset about her birth pack. I can't blame her for that.

Emptiness crept into her soul and she landed on the floor with a thud cursing her fate. “Are you sure? I don’t think it will work.” Emerald murmured in Scarlet’s ears. She was dressed in a warrior dress with a bluish-purple long gown with a deep cut starting from her navel and ending in between her legs matched with radiant purple pants and high ankle boots. The gown was held in place with a polar white waistband that was tucked with many tiny weapons. Her long hair cascaded down to her knees shimmering the ocean blue color with occasional tints of purple and green. What a beautiful sight!

She made sure to make Anti- Dope for each one just in case. Afterward, Zara made a longbow and arrow. She also made a few throwing knives, axes, and Spears. Then Zara costed the poison on the weapon within a few hours. They had five axes, two longbows with twenty arrows, and ten spears with poison. She tried a Leaf on the ends of the weapon. It was color-coded. Black- Kill Blue- Sleep Orange- Paralyzing Ondo and Zara didn't have any protected gear to fight off enemies. She decides to make some Temporary Armor for him.

“You won’t fail. You’re not the same girl you were when this began. You’re stronger. Smarter. Fiercer.” “And more tired,” she whispered. Elias smiled faintly. “Then let me carry the weight for a little while.” Her lips parted—but instead of answering, she leaned into him. Let herself fall into his arms for just a moment. Just long enough to breathe. At dawn… The fortress came alive with the sound of hooves and armor. Warriors lined the stone courtyard, banners lifted high. The sun cracked over the horizon like a blade splitting darkness. And at the front of the line, Serena stood tall in her battle armor—dark silver with accents of midnight blue, the crest of her bloodline gleaming across he