Fullmetal Alchemist Lieutenant Hawkeye Novels & Stories

"Force Chika Whitmore to interface with this terminal immediately." "The vanguard leader is currently offline, probably clearing his system in the washroom," the drunken lieutenant replied, her words heavily slurred as she leaned against the wall. Confused by the military encryption, she queried, "Identify your unit signature, caller." Glancing down at the screen, which simply read 'Lucien', she waited for verification. "I am his legal contract mate and the Alpha Vanguard of his house," Lucien replied with lethal coldness. "And I have just entered your sector to reclaim my property."

He says and reaches for the intercom on the counter but stops when a big burly man walks down the stairs. "There he is– Lieutenant." He calls The burly man lazily glances in our direction. His eyes, however, turn hostile the moment they lock on to mine but he instantly covers it up with a smile and changes direction, walking toward us. "Alpha Quinn. I was just about to call you." He says with a fake smile. I examine him as he walks towards us and my suspicion is further confirmed when Kane growls inside me. 'He's a wereape.' I say to Henrik and Eric through our mind link

Along with the previous Alpha, Huxley, I had to hunt down and put an end to the tyranny of all his followers so I could take on the role of Alpha of the rogues with less of a hassle. I opened a mind link with my chosen beta, "Sorry, I was momentarily distracted." She rolled her seafoam blue eyes and tossed her straight-as-a-pin sandy blonde hair over her sharp shoulder—she was feisty and a formidable warrior, it was why I had chosen her, "Yeah, I noticed big man. Always running after the ladies aren't you?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me, "I thought you had a thing for witches, but I see humans can't resist your silent, brooding charms as well."

The raw force of his movement causes the fresh stitches to pop, and thick alpha blood begins to spray across the grass. "The machete ambush in the lower eastern trenches..." I gasp, the memories hitting my brain like a lightning bolt. I remember walking through a lawless border zone winters ago when a pack of heavy Bloodfang Raiders were systematically butchering a lone wolf with rusty iron blades. My young claws couldn't endure the dishonor, so I leaped into the fray, shredded the attackers, and dragged his bleeding body across ten stone blocks before throwing him into a medic wagon with a pouch of gold shards. "It's you?" "My name is Harvey Jupiter! The Supreme Alpha of the Jayhawk Vanguar

Chapter 22: Winter Tooth Hazel’s POV Winter Tooth Pack smells like snow and blood. Even in summer. The gates are iron, not wood. Spiked. The guards don’t cross spears ,they level crossbows. “State your business,” one shouts. His eyes flick to Alaric, to Kael, to Cleric. Then to me. “No omegas past the gate.” Alaric moves before I can. One step. Alpha power hits the wall like a physical thing. “She’s not an omega,” he says. Voice quiet. Deadly. “She’s Luna Hazel of Stone Jaw. And you will open this gate, or I will tear it down.”

If only we could reach the artifact, if only we could. There was a sudden lateral movement that caught my attention, and before I knew it, I sensed some figure from the shadows step into view. It was the lieutenant. Beside him was.one of our own. My heart choked in my throat as I knew the face standing next to him. It was Owen, one of our most trusted warriors. He had been by our side since the beginning, fighting the most numerous battles with us and bleeding for the Freedom Pack. And now? Now his eyes were cold and calculating, and there was an appeal in his gaze that I had never seen before.

The crown prince had the power to go wherever he wished. “Are those werewolves,” I questioned Valerian, gawking at some wolves whose furs had stripes of white and red. The big one sat on the grass, and the smaller ones were playing with her tail. His face turned serious for a moment but went relaxed when he looked out to see them. “No, Those are actual wolves. Nothing special to worry about,” he chuckled, pulling his head back into the carriage. “How can you tell the difference?” I asked again, trying to hide my confusion.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll believe it until I see it.” Right. Absolutely delightful bunch. I just stare at them. Tall, broad, muscled. The typical elite warrior build. There’s not much to differentiate them except the guy in the centre—stunning grey eyes and slightly longer black hair. Still not enough to make stand out in a line up. “Zahra, let me introduce you to some of our friends,” Henry says. “This is Lieutenant Mitch Aimes, Lieutenant Eliot Gregson, Lieutenant Jack Anderson, Lieutenant William Byfield, and Lieutenant Matthew Samuels.”

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.