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My voice broke as I thought about the last part. Darius pushed off the tree, his expression darkening as he took a step towards me. “You don’t understand, Ava. This war isn’t about one bomb or one attack. It’s about survival and making a stand in this world. The werewolves have oppressed us for centuries, treated us like dirt beneath their paws. We’re fighting for our freedom!”

We don't have peace in our own homes. "I want you to fuck this bitch until she can't feel her body anymore. After you are done, break all her limbs and we are going to record everything and post it for the world to see. Let's show them what they get when they keep messing with us. From today, if you see a witch, reap her apart, I know how to weaken them, and today marks the end of them using us to come back to life," the rogues growls in unison and angrily tears their clothes.

He stepped forward and pressed his foot firmly against Darius’s chest, pinning him down. “Surrender, now!” Fynn ordered, his voice filled with the rush of power. Darius coughed, blood spilling from his lips, but his eyes burned with a sense of rebellion. He clenched his teeth, his face twisting in fury. “Never!” He spat, and with what little strength he had left, Darius reached up, trying to sink his claws into Fynn’s leg. But Fynn was faster. He bent down, gripping Darius by the throat, and lifted him slightly before slamming him back down against the earth with brutal force.

Master Garland’s face turned pale, and his knees gave way. Heirein and Tanner were in no good shape either. They dropped to the ground, and they had pissed themselves. “I can’t believe there’s a powerful being like you in Clouspring…” Darius said as he stood up. Although he had sustained quite a lot of damage, he was still able to stand on his feet. Apparently, he was much stronger than Titus. “I lost today! But I’ll come back and avenge my junior one day!”

Even though he is still only young, he is a very quick study and is very advanced for his age… Just like everything else to do with Darius. I watch with wonder as he makes his way through the fighters and places his hand on each one for only a moment. And the difference is amazing. I watch as Darius walks up to a fighter that seems to be worn, tired and beaten down, Darius then touches his shoulder or arm or hand or foot and then as soon as he pulls his hand back and moves away that fighter seems to be wide awake with energy and a newfound purpose. I watch for a little longer and then link with Farris,

But Darius recovered quickly, rolling on the ground and springing back to his feet. I narrowed my eyes. Darius used his speed again, low kick, high punch combination, this time landing a blow to Fernandez’s jaw, snapping his head sideways. The remaining warriors muttered. Fernandez wiped the blood at the corner of his lips, smiled darkly, then charged like a bull. They collided in a blur of muscle and grunts. Fernandez overpowered him, locking Darius’ arms in a crushing grip and slamming him to the ground. Dust exploded upward. Darius tried to break free, but Fernandez tightened the hold, forcing his shoulders flat against the ground.

Darius said to me, and I could sense the excitement in every word that he said, which made me even more irritated by him. "I already told you that you should stay away from Jessica and anyone that matters to me, but you insist that you are going to keep taking down the people that mean something to me. I am not going to let this go, believe me. Darius, I'm going to fight, and then I'm going to make sure that you do not get a chance to hurt any of them, even though it would take the last drop of my blood," I said to him in an angry tone .

And that his jealous bother, Lionel tricked him into coming by convincing its a fall-save route to attack the enemy from the front like Darius always believe that it is better to fight facing them rather than killing from behind because he believe that was only what cowards and cold-blood killers like assassin do. "we are out numbered darius" Lionel spoke telepathically to his brother in their ferocious form Darius replied back to Lionel, and his other packs "we block corner them at Gneria and on my signal we attack" the packs split to cover more ground as they folllowed the Alpha's command. they waited for Darius signal that was a loud howl. He howled and they all opened their gapping jaws

"Why are you keeping me here?" Darius stepped closer to the bars, and I tried not to step back even though we were separated by the bars. "We're going to play a game," he said. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "A game?" What was he on about? Darius nodded. "A game," he repeated. "I have remained unscathed for years. No blade, no claw, no weapon has ever managed to leave a mark on me. And then you came along and carved a gash so deep it seemed to reach my very soul. Do you think I'll simply let you walk away from such a transgression? No. We will play a game, a game of survival, a game of dominance. For a month, we will clash, our wills colliding in a dance of pain and power. Once each week

Darius followed suit, his massive brown wolf launching at me with snapping jaws. We clashed in a brutal dance of teeth and claws. Blood matted our fur as we fought for dominance, neither willing to submit. But I had one advantage—. I fought dirty. As Darius lunged for my throat, I rolled, exposing my belly in a show of submission. When he moved to claim victory, I struck, my jaws closing around his throat with crushing force. The taste of his blood filled my mouth as I held him there, his struggles growing weaker. Just before consciousness left him, I released my grip.