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to help blend in. She ultimately decided on an all-black suit of environmental armor. It was light and gave her an incredible amount of mobility. And although it was a generation old, back then it was top of the line equipment.

Scarlett’s POV “Tasha! Channing! What do you have for us?” I call out to two of my trackers as I walk toward the pack land’s northern border. They had gone out, following the unknown scent that the warriors had picked up. Cayden, Bree, Jacob and I are on our way to meet them as they return home. They both shift from their wolves into their human forms as Jacob tosses them both a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “Well,” Tasha says as she jumps into the sweatpants Jacob gave her, “it’s interesting.”

“Just deal with her already.” And just like that, they fired. A deafening blast lit up the restroom. Smoke bloomed like a thundercloud around me. When it cleared, I was still standing…unscathed. I met their eyes and savored the shock in their expressions. How was I alive? Easy. My sleek black suit is also Reinforced with polymer mesh and experimental nano-weave—weapon-resistant, fire-retardant, and insult-proof. I’d tested it in worse conditions than this dump.

I was feeling comfortable with his arm around me. "What?!" Kayden exclaims. I pull away from him and look at his face. "Avengers: Infinity wars. Thanos won. And now, Spider man is gone. And though I'm not like Seb who thinks that Spider man was great, I am sad because Tony is all alone!" I say as tears start forming in my eyes again. "That's why you're crying? I thought that you are going through post breakup trauma." Kayden says with a tired sigh.

Pierce placed a hand over his heart. “You’re right. I don’t.” Leo looked satisfied with that answer. “It looks good on you,” Pierce added. Leo grinned. “I know.” Ford shook his head. “Confidence.” “I’m Iron Man.” Ford laughed softly before his eyes moved over the costume again. “Where did you get it?” Leo immediately brightened. “Scholarship man brought it.” The smile disappeared from Hayes’ face. “Scholarship man?” Leo nodded. “He brought it for me.” Hayes slowly looked at me.

With some effort, she heaved it onto the table and flipped it open in front of him. Inside lay a pristine white combat suit, identical in style to those worn by Keegan, Ethan, and the other West Ridge soldiers. Cyrus' eyes lit up immediately. The suit looked sleek and imposing. Designers had built it for elite special forces, and its sharp lines gave it a formidable presence. In a world of endless snow, its camouflage would prove nearly perfect. Keira puffed up with pride. "The materials are all special alloys. I'm not exaggerating. Ordinary sniper rounds would struggle to penetrate this. The material cost alone is at least 20 times higher than what those West Ridge soldiers wear."

I chose a dark blue and a red tunic dress, paired with some thick, sturdier black leggings and proper boots. When Ivan walked out my jaw dropped. Gone were the sports clothes and basic vests. He wore a white shirt open in a v-shape with string laced through like he was a pirate adventurer. He wore black thick cotton trousers and leather boots. He seemed uncomfortable in the garment, from my dressing room I watched him study the mirror with a firmly set face. He looked magnificent. Every inch the Beta Warrior, even with the strapping of his shoulder visible.

The suits were ready in two days. They were this full-body, extremely fitting like-a-second-skin, midnight blue, superhero-like suits. They clung to the bodies of the soldiers like wet polyester and were as tough as metal when struck from the outside. However, they weren't heavy neither did the soldiers feel like they were wearing the toughest and strongest uniform on earth. Impenetrable.

But they were no longer just wolves. Each warrior was clad in a suit of "Qi-Fiber" armor, a combination of the ship's advanced carbon-nanotubes and Scarlett’s protective talismans. Their claws were tipped with spirit-conductive silver, and their eyes were fitted with tactical HUDs that allowed them to "see" the Qi-flow of their enemies.

Eryx’s voice was a low, strained rumble of Lament-Steel agony. He was standing five feet away, but a wall of indigo-black silk had sprouted between us. His obsidian-iron armor was being "Stitched" by a thousand silver needles that darted from the ceiling, attempting to anchor his violet-black stardust to a specific coordinate in the grid. His crimson eyes were wide, the prehistoric fury in them being replaced by a glazed, mechanical devotion that made my blood run cold.