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Hunter growled lowly. "He's so f*cking strong. All of you guys are against him, the king, and all the other packs, and yet Alonso is alive, successfully hiding and planning a massacre. That man is inhuman. He won't stop until he gets what he wants and his ambition is f*cking crazy." Lennox stated the obvious. It was true that the werewolf race had never come across such a strong threat that they still couldn't eliminate. Even after losing a strong pack like Draken's. Alonso still stood strong prowling towards his goal. It was f*cking intimidating.

“The Council… we cannot ignore the political fallout. Neighboring territories will demand explanations. Some factions will push for sanctions… even war. How will Blackwood respond?” Kade’s fangs flashed subtly in a predatory grin. “With strength, precision, and dominance. Blackwood’s loyalty is absolute—to me, to the mate, and to the pack. We answer to no one else. Any sanctions, any accusations—they are meaningless when faced with truth, power, and action.”

He outstretches one of his arms and drags his claw across the wall, embedding deep claw marks into the cement as an uncomfortable scratching noise emits from this motion. But he doesn’t give them a chance to make the first move, Marco launches himself at Dorian, and the hybrid has to shift forms mid attack. There’s a confidence in Marco’s movements that I realize is from him understanding the best way to fight Dorian. Dorian relies heavily on black magic. But up close, he is physically weaker than Marco, and couldn’t keep up with Marco’s strength and raw power. Dark red blood taints Dorian’s pure white fur as Marco litters his body in claw marks, before battering him into the ground.

"Their way of being unpredictable. They will make the land their ally." "We know their way," Blaze snarled, his fingers on the hilt of his sword. "We will repay their ruthlessness with our own." Zane leaned against the tent pole, arms folded. His cheerful smile was nowhere in sight, and in its place, he scowled with icy, hard eyes. "Their Alpha, Darius Blackmaw, is our monster equivalent. He tried to claim Rhea once. He will not stop until he has her, or she is dead.".

Good thing he didn’t say his thoughts out loud because, hearing those words coming from a guy dressed in black from head to toe would have surely knocked everyone present off their feet with uncontrollable laughter. And then, after having a good laugh, Blackie would feel obliged to add some second-degree burns on top of the embarrassment, “See that? That’s the difference between the main male lead and the side leads. One has brain damage in the vicinity of his crush while others still retain some semblance of integrity. 😂” Luckily, Levi’s private thoughts remained private, and Noah’s attention was preoccupied with inspecting the gear rack. There was no such thing as the black team. Probably

Was she-- He asked innocently," Are you a queen down here? Is that why you never returned home?" "This is not the 'wolf world' Zayn, and yes, the black moon is the most powerful currently and someone wants to kick us down the chart. I fixed my thought on the high-ranking alphas but what if it wasn't them, I made them sh*t in their pants the last time and so they wouldn't dare rise against me any time soon but the low ranking never got a taste of my terror. I was underestimated because Blackmoon was a pack that didn't even appear in the chart until I kicked everyone out and stood at the top. I wouldn't underestimate this one, I'll find this Alpha Ajax and make him beg for mercy " The steering

"The Alpha who came for me tonight. Who is he?" Her mother moved to stand beside her, following her gaze toward the forest edge. "Kieran Blackclaw," she said quietly. "Alpha of the Northern Territories, master of the shadow packs, and bearer of a bloodline as old as the Oath itself. He is powerful, Aria. More powerful than most Alphas, and far more dangerous because his power is matched by intelligence and ruthless determination. If he has claimed you as his Luna, then the game being played is larger and more complex than simple mate bonds or pack politics."

Sylas barely registered the movement before the claw slammed into the ground with a violent boom, gouging out a deep crater. Sylas' eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible! How did you dodge that?" He had used nearly 80 percent of his strength—enough to overpower someone like Homer. Refusing to accept it, he reshaped his dark energy into a storm of countless blades. They spun through the air, sealing off every escape route. But no matter how relentless the attacks became, Landon slipped through each strike effortlessly. The dark energy tore through the space around him, yet he remained untouched.

Black Widow's corpse fell. The crowd went silent. Abel was stunned. They said God Grade mystique artists were beasts, but Logan was just straight-up terrifying! Black Widow might have been the weakest among them, but she was still not so weak that she could be killed with a one-fingered laser strike. Someone had to be at least a Grand Master to pull this off. An old man with snowy hair could not help but ask, "Who are you?" Logan said nothing. He cast his eyes down.

Damon: That bastard was touching my wife and you want me to do nothing. Lia sighed heavily making Ken continue the conversation. Ken: We understand Damon. But not by beating him you could have insulted him and this could have affected his reputation, not yours. Lia: Do you even know you just beat Liam Black. Damon raised his eyebrows before looking at them clueless. Ken: Liam Black is Jack Sniders Stepbrother. But the thing you need to understand is. If you're a Mafia king and he's considered as a Mafia Prince. His smart mindset and cunning personality no one can match it.