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Peter enquired of his more knowledgeable commenting partner. “That is easy. The Orange Team got the shorter end of the stick. Black Ink is a strong warrior, but in the end he is only a Thrasher. No matter how talented he is, he still wouldn’t be a match for a Predator. Black Hand on the other hand is a Predator and has proven he is much stronger than the average Predator by dispatching two Predators from the Indigo Team. So obviously, the Orange Team are going to miss Black Hand more than the Black Team would miss Black Ink. In fact, I may be so bold as to suggest that the Black Team may be happier that Black Hand is injured. But the Orange Team wouldn’t care that much about an injured Black

I fortunately evaded it and it landed on the nearest tree on my back which had my eyes widen. The tree bark just shattered, making the tree shake. It could have been my face. I faced the Warrior rogue and saw his pitch black, sparkling eyes. “Ahh!” I quickly moved away before he could smash my face. He was unimaginably strong for someone who’s gotten half of his body burned. This was the effect of the perfected Freedom. They are going to be as strong as trained lycans. They will have a bit of a more consciousness unlike the ones we’ve already encountered. Maybe they’re even stronger.

"It was never about proving your bloodline. It was about revealing your full power." "Finally catching on," I said with a smile that felt nothing like the expression I'd worn as Iris Delta. This was Diamond's smile, predatory and pleased. "Though you're still missing the best part." His hand twitched toward his silver blade again, but my mates had moved closer, their human forms radiating the same lethal intent their wolves had shown moments before. "What part?" he asked, though I could tell he didn't really want to know. I let my eyes flash with Diamond's silver light, just for a moment, but long enough to make him take another step backward. "The part where I'm not just the last Blackthorn

Not remorse. Annoyance. Like Maya is a child throwing a tantrum instead of a daughter discovering her entire life was built on murder and lies. “Believe what you want,” he says dismissively. “It changes nothing. I am the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. I have been for over twenty years. And I will continue to be.” “Not if Knox lives.” Adrian's voice cuts through the tension. “If Knox survives, if he completes the mate bond with Cassie, he becomes stronger than you. Strong enough to challenge you. To take back what you stole from his real father.”

The other men all started to laugh but Noah his low voice cut through the noise like a knife through butter, “Tristan is right. We need the Black Rain pack, and we are stronger with them by our side. Do I need to remind you all that war is only a last resource not a solution for everything. If we would live like that then in a few years, there would be barely any wolves left.” They all bowed their heads and Lola felt impressed by Noah for the first time. Then she heard Dan whisper to Tristan so only, they could hear it. “I will rip you apart for this. You still think you can go against me you weak cunt?” Lola scraped her throat and spoke loudly, “You know what I wonder? How can it be that so

“I have heard a hearsay that apart from being able to control fire he can control minds too. And as a son of the devil, he surely has necromancy and black magic abilities, but guess what, Aralyn has too.” “She does not have black magic in her Nethanaiah, and he is physically stronger than me. I would surely give him quite a fight, but I would struggle to overpower him physically. Not to mention his ability to control the mind of the one…” he sighed, worry etched over his face.

"She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you." Drake roared and started to be wild. He picked up the hunters one by one and moved quickly as he broke the hunters' heads mercilessly. "Get him, don't let the alpha gone in your sight!" The hunter in a black hat ordered as his men started to shoot and throw knives in Drake's direction. "Don't let your guard down!" Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain.

he asks. “Yup.” “Then forget it.” “No?” He stares at me like I just reprogrammed his brain with HTML code. “Why didn’t that work?” he mutters. I shrug. “Maybe I’m stubborn.” “That wasn’t stubborn.” His voice returns to normal. “Humans can’t resist alpha command.” “Well,” I say, “Congratulations, I just did.” For a moment he looks almost thrown. Damon Black…yes, the Damon Black, leader of the most feared biker gang, everyone is scared of, actually looks confused.

I asked him. “Ah it seems you don’t know everything,” he said. “Like I told you, it’s stuff I made up and dreamt about,” I said to him. “The man you spent all your time with, Damon Woods, he’s an Enforcer,” Calvin said. “Is he like you?” I asked him as my heart started beating loudly. “In a way, we’re wolves, they’re jaguars,” he said. “What is an enforcer?” I asked him as pieces started fitting together. Damon knowing things, always being awake when I was no matter what the time. Damon always finding me. Damon sniffing the air just like Calvin had done, his eyes slightly changing.

“What's wrong? Scared?” Blackthorn’s voice dropped to a low growl, anger creeping in. “No, I’m smart. And you should be, too, Danvers. If we can’t beat them... we’re dead. Do you get it? Dead.” His words hung in the air, the seriousness of them settling in. While he knew that Liam was crazy powerful, Blackthorn also knew that he wasn't at the level of the supreme leader of the shadow council, let alone the whole shadow council.