Fullmetal Alchemist Lieutenant Hawkeye Novels & Stories

Again. The strange newbie was drawing closer. She looked away. Bit the inside of her cheek. Another new cadet, a bulky silver-haired Beta, suddenly froze in front of a tall Alpha at the edge. He opened his eyes, nodded once. “This one.” he said. “My wolf recognizes his bloodline.” Cheers rose. The Alpha clapped him on the back. The instructors scribbled something. Lucian moved forward again. Now he was just two rows away. Elowyn clenched her fists.

Axel met his gaze head on, his eyes burning with a determination I've never seen him emanate before. "She's leaving with me," Axel said stepping forward until he and Hunter were looking eye to eye. Though they stood approximately with the same whooping 6'4 height, you could tell who has the most power emanating from him through his aura. Amy fanned her face with her hand, shaking her head at the two men fighting silently in a stupid staring bottle. "Forget them, you're coming with me. Alpha gifted me with my very own bughati the other day, might as well take her for a ride?" She winked at me and I giggled.

“Ok then. But I’d like to remind you I am a Battle Mage. Army regulation states that a Commissioned Officer of the Line Infantry is allowed to personally keep and maintain their armor within the premises of their own personal quarters.” The Lieutenant stiffened once more before he replied. “Permission to speak freely mam.” He asked. Aster granted it. “The DragonWolves follow Regiment Regulations, that is the standard procedure.” “Regiment Regulations eh? Alright you win.” Aster raised her hand in high five, the Lieutenant did not reciprocate. “Don’t leave me hanging Lieutenant.” She joked. “Mam?” He wondered, the color of confusion had just landed on his stony demeanor.

I say but my eyes are fixed on this one man. “As a matter of fact, we are here to help you.” He extends his hand for a quick strong handshake. It's dark but most of them have light torches and it illuminates his face. I do not recognize him. “We are under the order of Alpha Kael. He seems to believe you would need our help in rebuilding your pack.” He says with a slight bow. “I see.” Is all I can manage. “I am Lieutenant Cole and these are my men.” We do the hand shake thing again.

It was a small mercy, considering her scent hadn't truly been on the original trail of the leak. Though her father was across the great salt-water on Council business, Hawthorne had managed to link minds through a long-distance signal. While Adrian Whitlock was unable to manifest in person to face the High Alpha, he had dispatched his Lead Enforcer—Mahmoud Rostami, a terrifying warrior whose very presence made my hackles rise—to retrieve Serena and drag her from the Academy grounds.

I gritted my teeth to steady myself—I couldn't disgrace my father. "Adelaide, receive your orders!" As Alpha Lance rose, his molten-fur cloak swept the ground, revealing a map of the southern frozen terrain. "You're now promoted to Silver Claw Gamma. Lead a thousand Gray Claw wolf warriors. Help yourself to the armory." He then turned to my friends, his eyes warm with approval. "You four are promoted to Iron Claws, under Adelaide's command." Angela secretly signaled her rank, while Halbert was already grinning from ear to ear.

Alpha Rowan is truly an extraordinary man, second to no one. "You know he is," Hailey affirmed, and Gamma Luis fell silent because he knew, just as she did, that Alpha Rowan was worth every bit of their efforts and much more. If anyone understood Rowan as well as Hailey did, it would be Gamma Luis. He halted abruptly, prompting Hailey to stop and face him. His green eyes, usually brimming with charm, turned unreadable as he whispered urgently, "When the rifle sounds, make for the hills. Don't try to win. You'll end up dead."

"If your mind is as broken as your voice, seek a healer. If you keep scratching at these gates, I’ll have the Enforcers toss you into the pits for trespassing." Avery took a steadying breath. She showed him the message thread on her phone—the one-sided conversation with the Alpha. The sentry scoffed. "You expect me to believe this is the Alpha's private frequency? Anyone can forge a digital scent. Move along, omega." Avery’s spirit bruised. She was about to turn away when the heavy inner doors groaned open. A tall, scarred wolf in a commander’s uniform stepped out. "Commander Hale!" The sentry snapped to attention, his tail tucking slightly in respect. Preston Hale, Hudson’s Right-Hand, held

“Warriors, I hope we haven’t been lagging off in my absence?” “No, Alpha,” everyone said in unison, a symphony of heavy masculine voices. “We will see,” Asher said. “Graham, Reed…anything we need to worry about?” I wasn’t sure, but I noticed his eyes narrow at the leader of the warrior for a second. “No Alpha,” Graham shook his head. He was a hefty guy with slick blonde hair, tattoos and piercings and gave off really evil vibes. “Just a few rogues here and there. Nothing out of the ordinary,” he added.

Lucien Hollowmere growls, pulling the terminal back out with trembling hands. "Call the document Blood Master," TJ Ashwyn laughs, sinking his teeth into the lieutenant's shoulder as they begin to type.