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Damien said, glancing at her briefly with a smirk adorning his face before looking elsewhere. Was he always this cocky? Dear goddess, Emberlynn mulled over. "Alpha," The elder who had spoken earlier said. She didn't know his name, and in all the Elders that had appeared, he looked the most respectable and feared. She saw the members of the packs creating a clearing as he stepped forward slowly, leaning on his cane. The strange feeling was coming from him, Emberlynn realized. As he drew closer, the more she felt it. "Come," a voice whispered in her head. Emberlynn snapped her head around, looking from Damien to the elder.

It hadn’t sat well with me, nor with my council, but curiosity and the faint stirrings of unease had won out. When the elder finally arrived, it was with none of the grandeur or ceremony I had expected. A lone figure cloaked in furs, their face weathered and lined with years of wisdom, rode up on a pale gray horse. Their eyes, sharp and silver, met mine as they dismounted, and I felt the weight of their scrutiny like a tangible force. “I am Elder Valora,” they said, their voice carrying the authority of centuries. “You are Aria, the one who has defied the Goddess.”

Elder Oscard crossed his arms. Elder Lina just laughed and ignored him. There are 10 elders in the room and 4 teachers. The 9 elders are elders from the Inner Sect. Elder Win had a high position at the Royal Heavenly sect. Elder Lina, the Alchemist Factor elder. Elder Oscard, the elders of the Array Factor. Elder Kyle, the elder of Music Master Factor. Elder Situ, the elder of the Armament Fact. Elder Gia, the elder of the Poison Factor. Elder Yin, the elder of the Beast Master factor. Elder Gorge, the elder of the Swordmaster Factor. Elder Lark, the Elder of the Archer Factor. "What's your name, young boy?" Zachary asked the boy they saved a while ago.

"Why don't we make our advances now and reduce their bravery?" Several A-rank elf experts kept their wrath in check. "Make no impulsive decisions. Because someone is looking out for the Imperials, they are confident. That ought to be a blood soldier that they produced. Each blood soldier's strength is already approaching S-rank. There could be more than one. " The Grand Elder spoke quietly, but his eyes were not fearful. Because the Elven Empire's Grand Elder was an S-rank! He had gained the Saint status in Elven words.

Sephie says feeling extremely content that Mauve appreciates her food. "This dish is called Elladera back home. Good thing you get the first taste from Astral, her cooking never disappoints." Nicholas praises Sephie while trying to get a reaction from Mauve. He knows she is still uneasy with what happened earlier and just wanted to see how far she will last. "Elina Eliot." Sephie politely responds. "What does Elina mean?" Mauve raises her head and asks Sephie. "It's how we express our gratitude in Elite. Elina means thank you." Nicholas explains still trying to have a conversation with Mauve.

Never… it wouldn't happen. Elder Scrolls, the oldest and head elder, stood first. “Although Alpha Rowan hasn't been up to any good lately, I'm sorry to say we can never accept the Rogue kings as Alphas of the BlueMoon Pack.” He stammered, scared he might be cut down, but then… he knew if he stayed silent, this pack would burn, and that would mean he had failed in his duty as an elder. “Oh… really?” Seraphina sneered. “And why is that?” she asked, even though she already knew the reason quite well.

Andromeda sat back down and sipped slowly, her pale eyes closing in appreciation. She was much like her brother in appearance, even though they had different mothers. They shared a father, who was a healer who was over two centuries dead and gone, one of their race's longest-lived wolves in history. He died of extreme old age and I hear he was just tired of being alive. His name was Elder Stormborn, born at a time when wolfkin had used names and not the traditional names of the modern era. Legend had it he had been born during a storm, hence his name. It suited his temperament too, some of it which he passed on to his daughter.

Things like basic terminology, details about the ‘pack’, and a general rundown of how their weird hierarchy worked. “Okay, so… Alpha, Beta… and then Gamma…,” I said aloud, trying to remember the right names. “And then you have warriors, each with their own ranks… and then… Elders? Which are who again?” “They’re a small collective made up of the older generation,” he answered. “Unlike the birth ranks, the Elders don’t necessarily need to be born into an influential family. Their position is voted by merit and intelligence.” “The birth ranks being… the Alpha, Beta and Gamma, right?”

Alpha Alexander’s POV As each elder rose from their seats, a sense of solemnity filled the room. Their movements were deliberate and respectful, and one by one, they introduced themselves with deep bows, their voices resonating with authority and wisdom. "I am Elder Archie," began the first, his voice rich with age and experience. "I am Elder Arthur," spoke the second, exuding strength and resilience. The third elder, a figure of quiet power, introduced himself as Elder Amos, his unwavering gaze suggesting he had once been a formidable warrior before age claimed him.

Whatever they call them that. I still need ice hockey lesson 101, and I reminded myself to ask Lily about it. Goddess, now I think I have a lot of things to ask both siblings once we truly settle in. The three elders that lunged at Eros now surrounded him. They were growling, and I could even feel their killing intent. The other elders sighed as Elder Nali bellowed, “Odin, Percival, and Elias.. That is quite enough.” “Seriously, stop scaring the boy! This is why we have such a bad reputation among their generation nowadays!” Another elder who is obviously the one that is the most carefree among them said. She is seated beside Elder Nali.