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A soft breeze swirled around her hair and there beside her appeared a young coffee coloured man, his face covered in tribal tattoo's but again April felt no fear, and his voice when he spoke was kind, "Kia Ora April, I am Tawhirimatea, the God of Weather and I am here to balance the sides out; the day of your rejection wasn't how it seemed young one, Zade was coerced by his father to reject you or order your death; in rejecting you he incurred the wrath of a vengeful Goddess, who cursed all-male werewolves so that they may never breed, but blessed you with the key to breaking it, your voice is the key, one song and the whole werewolf kingdom will hear the pitter-patter of babies again, but y

Jes gritted her teeth at his words. "Do we have a deal Jes?" Raphael raised his brow in question, the smirk still intact on his face. "You know what you can shove your deal up your ass because I resign." Jes snarled. "Sue me!" She spat the words at him. She hated not being in control of the situation and currently, Raphael was cornering her. The smirk fell off Raphael's face at her reaction. "Is it because of who I am?" Raphael question. "You were fine before knowing that I'm Raphael Andrew." He added.

Wolves exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from loyalty to suspicion as they processed the implications of Gareth’s betrayal. Rayka stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “You claimed you were fighting for the strength of the pack, Gareth, but you were willing to hand over our lands to an enemy to satisfy your own ambition.” Gareth’s gaze darted around the crowd, his expression desperate as he tried to salvage his crumbling support. “They don’t understand!” he snarled. “You’re weak, Rayka! The pack needs a leader who’s willing to make sacrifices for their future!”

It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed. The suffocating pain made my vision blur black at the edges. "Ginny! Daddy's here! Wake up!" I screamed until my throat tore, snatching up a brick from the ground and slamming it against the driver-side window. A loud crack split the air. Spider web fractures spread across the glass. The moment she saw me smashing the window, Shanon's shrill voice pierced the air. "Leomund! Have you lost your mind?"

He threw his arms forward, aiming right at Harvey’s weak spots—throat, chest, and face, among others. The Eagle Claw was one of Layton’s most renowned moves. He managed to brute force his way into being a God of War, so his muscle strength was naturally outstanding even among other Gods of War. His every attack would be accompanied by sounds of the wind crackling. Bryn and the others had never seen a God of War fight. They were all cheering with excitement. After all, the God of War in front of them was displaying such fierce and dashing force! Harvey was still calm; he didn’t try to distance himself from Layton. All he did was occasionally turn around, tilt his head, and shrug.

Their glasses met with a soft clink. They drank. Drake set his glass down and rose to his feet. His gaze drifted off, unfocused for a moment, as if something had just crossed his mind. Elena... he said. Since you think I'm not good enough for you, don't blame me for what I'm about to do to you and your family. Even if the almighty War God himself came to San Francisco, he wouldn't be able to save you." The thought stayed locked in Drake's head as he picked up his glass, turned, and walked out without another word.

Otherwise, if they were freed, all the people would be in danger in the future. Seeing that no one had any objections, the God of War of Mysterious Frost took out a jade slip that was engraved with some information about the Heavenly Wasteland Tactical Deployment. He handed it over to everyone to read and understand the tactical deployment as soon as possible. Ding Hao also read it carefully.

He smiled evilly with disdain all over his face. The God of War was angry. "God of War, Hadith has made a great contribution this time. If we can break through the great formation outside the star spirit and cultivate into divine bodies, we should all thank Hadith," the God of the Ocean said as he shot a meaningful glance at the God of War. "I believe in Hadith. No matter what, he is a Westerner. He will definitely not lie to us," the God of the Sun said with a smile. "Hadith, I also trust you," the God of the Ocean said.

If the wave breaks the perimeter early and reaches us—" "It won't." "Ryder—" "Ava." He held her eyes. "Fourteen packs. The disc. Frost." He paused. "And me. It won't." She held his gaze. She believed him. Not because she was choosing to believe him without evidence. Because the evidence was real — he was the War God, he had been running pack operations for twenty years, and he was standing on a piece of ground with absolute certainty in his posture and absolute love in his eyes and both of those things were completely consistent with who he was.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.