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Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

No time to waste, we need to get over to my Pack fast. “Mari, what’s the hurry? And what was that back there? You’re only provoking them. They won’t aid us at all” Winter raises as we race down the stairs and outside the building to see my Chimera scaring the warriors to death with her indignant snarls. “What’s the need to count on them when we’ve got something worth a million Bears and Wild cats?”

Like she had said before the trials: she would have followed her to hell. Mimbi had been destined to become a Karaina because of who her mother was. Scarlett, on the other hand, had wanted to fight for what her friend believed in. She realized that now. No matter how skilled she was with her swords, or how fast she was, being a warrior had never been HER ambition. She had just wanted the validation to be close to her friend, but if Mimbi was gone, there was nothing here for her. “She was called Fireheart,” Wenna said.

Their claws clashed with my fire, and the heat that erupted blasted back through the field, knocking down trees and sending gravel skittering across the stone steps. Every strike I took, I felt their whispers in my bones: “Submit, child of fire. Return to the fold.” But I did not bend. I burned. And burned hotter. Link howled, shifting mid-strike, his claws shredding one of the creatures before they even landed. We moved in unison—his violence precise, mine volcanic. Three fell. Then four more. But it wasn’t over. From the treeline came a sound—low, guttural, almost human. And from the mist, a single figure stepped forward.

Realizing that it has started burning his skin, slowly unlike real acid, yet painfully with a resonating scream, he also let his wolf come out. It was the best option. Not just the burning pain on his skin reduced due to his fur. His canines also worked magically as they bit into these wiggly woggly creatures to the extent that they burst in his mouth. While Ryley busied himself in the mission of reducing these weird creatures numbers, Zander felt immediate and unintentional heat fuelling his blood. He could decipher the meaning of this cat. And the meaning only enraged him. It was calling his mate somebody else's queen. Like shit he was going to accept it. She was HIS mate.

But before my throat could communicate the last word, the strange ghost of heat burned my heart, punched my brain and this time it was more violet. At long last my mind was at peace. Everything went quiet and I did not know for how long my soul had been stolen by a catnap and soon I was swimming in the cloudland. When I was in deep sleep, the darkness abruptly called her sister the dawn and soon the aura was flooded with cockcrows again. I felt bad inside me that the noises of the birds, the singing of roosters and morning breeze boomed my ears. But my eyes were still heavy and the sleep in them fought a good battle and wrested my soul from the noises once again.

Pyrite whispered, “We are sorry. We thought that it would be best because we are both interested in men, we didn’t want you to feel like you weren’t enough for us because you are female.” Upon reaching our room, Pyrite walked up to the door and opened it. I quickly walked in with Sapphire, then Pyrite walked in and locked the door. I sat her on her feet and we both held onto her. “I, Onyx Heartsfire-” I said. “And I, Pyrite Heartsfire-” Pyrite said next. “Accept you, Sapphire Moonstone, as our mate and Queen,” we finished together. All we heard was her screams as her and her wolf's emotions returned with full force. She screamed and cried.

I don’t miss as Kyria’s face pales and a small wave of fear comes off of her at the mention of the two Beta warriors of their Pride, however, I will have to address that a little later as I ask my next question. “Why the need for dominant female warriors? From my understanding, all female WereCats are extremely good fighters no matter what their rank.”

First, they spotted Rafe, they stopped and raised their weapons. The rest of the family knew who they were and tried to run away but Rafe wasn't going to back down. He would kill all of them. If he would die in the process, then so be it. Rafe refused to back down. He stepped forward, his body shaking with rage. He wanted to make them pay for what they had done. The hunters stared him down, raised their arrows and started shooting. Everywhere soon became chaotic. Rafe's father, the Alpha charged at them. He bit off the head of one hunter. He was gaining at then when someone shot him with a gun.

Smoke curled high into the sky, thick and black, carrying with it the scent of ash and destruction. The screams of omegas and pups reached my ears, sharp and heart-wrenching. I turned to see the shelter nearby also swallowed by flames, its fragile structure collapsing under the weight of the inferno. Jasmine let out a deep, mournful howl, her voice echoing through me like a knife to the soul. Grief rooted me to the spot, my legs trembling as I watched everything I had ever known burn to the ground. Warriors were falling, their blood staining the earth. The chaos was overwhelming.