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“I’ll save my apology for later. Just hang on for a while there. I—” He was cut as Raeya sighed her last earthy breath and she vanished as black tendrils pulled her towards the other world. The Roar had been outside the Rigiddin castle for many days straight. The one they branded as the strongest man in Khenealm looked like a lost puppy begging to be taken in. Whether it rained or not, Ryder stood his ground, unwilling to move until he would get the audience that he wanted. The chief, however, had other plans in mind. He could have gracely welcomed him but he ordered Jin not to let him enter without his approval.

Luna said. A wolf named Ryn stepped forward. He was nineteen, fast with a blade, and he’d lost his brother on the border three years ago. “You promised us strength,” Ryn said. “You promised us we wouldn’t be hunted anymore. But we’re still waiting. Still holding. Still letting them take what’s ours.” Luna let him finish. “And what do you want to do, Ryn?” “Take it back,” Ryn said. “All of it. Before the accord ends. Before they’re ready. Strike now, while they’re under council watch. Hit their supply lines, hit their scouts, make them remember what fear feels like.”

I hear a familiar voice, making me turn to see Thane on his knees in front of me baring his neck. I am speechless seeing the rest of the Wolf Creek warriors kneel in respect. “I Thane Haner, denounce my position as Gamma of Wolf Creek and swear my loyalty to Alpha Ryder of Shadow Peak, as your Beta,” Thane announces with a clinched jaw when his tether to Wolf Creeks snaps. I cut my wrist and let Thane drink my blood when I hear a growl behind Thane and see Jyrki isn’t pleased.

he roared, twisting, biting, fighting until his throat burned— The creatures froze. A massive shape lunged from the dark. Teeth. Claws. A snarl like breaking stone. In one strike, the shadow-creatures were shredded apart. Fenrak fell forward, gasping, and looked up at the wolf who stood over him—a towering Alpha with silver scars cutting across his muzzle. “You’re… not one of them,” Fenrak muttered. The wolf huffed. “Name’s Ravaryn. I’ve been trapped here for centuries.”

Nyxara stirred violently inside me. I frowned slightly. Why was my wolf reacting like this? Then Ronan spoke the name I had spent years trying not to think about. “Alpha Draeven Thorn personally requested full representation” he finished. The air seemed to leave my lungs. Draeven Thorn: The Beast King. Stories about him traveled through northern territories like ghost tales whispered around fires. The Alpha born from bloodshed. The ruler who crushed rogue uprisings before turning twenty. The man powerful enough to make rival Alphas kneel with a single command.

He looked at her face. "You memorized the bloodline hierarchy for tonight," he said. She stopped two feet from him. "How do you know that?" "Because you're not nervous." He held her gaze. "Which means you prepared until the nerves had nowhere to stand." Nora said nothing for a moment, because that was accurate in a way she didn't particularly want to confirm out loud. "The Harlow bloodline," she said instead. "Third rank. They have a treaty dispute with Vael that's been unresolved for sixty years. Do I acknowledge it or not if it comes up?"

I heard his deep voice in my mind. "I think I'm fainting," I said before I fell unconscious. *** Ryk's eyes are red, Ryl's eyes are brown, while Ryn's eyes are black, but the combination of them is gold.

Ryn dropped her sword and set up a stance, glaring at Alpha Harry. "You may be an Alpha, but I'm a Bloodwolf!" shouted Ryn as she ran at Alpha Harry. The Moon Goddess had given her special privileges not only as the daughter of Alpha Jonas Aberdein but also as a Bloodwolf who would perfect Albert's strength. With empty-handed attacks, Ryn managed to land several accurate strikes on Alpha Harry's body. Ryn used the opportunity when Alpha Harry fell backward to attack more intensely. The girl punched and kicked relentlessly, giving Alpha Harry no chance to retaliate. Eventually, Alpha Harry was knocked to the ground. Ryn leaned against a tree trunk and drove her fist into Alpha Harry's chest.

Pythias suggested with a grin. Vixra smiled and then directed her attention to Royn. “Attack him but do not keep him out, I want him to reach here but not without a fight, do not use able fighters, he is sure to kill, I d not want to waste resourceful men.” “As you have ordered, my queen.” * * * * * * * Ryder barged into the throne room with his men, half covered in the blood of Erstonian warriors, he had his sword drawn and dripping, and his facial expression was one of pure anger and frustration.