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years old) LANDER- An aggressive, cocky and territorial Shifter with a responsibility to his Clan and his father to protect and serve his Clans Men. A Guardian. Third oldest of the Brothers. Described as Homophobic with a penchant for sneering, mean spirited jokes and a dangerous temper. A leopard with very little love or care for those outside of his family and a fierce protector of his home. A no nonsense individual, with a hard personality and the supernatural ability to invade the thoughts of others. (Tall, average build, handsome, dark green angry eyes, and sharp blond hair, ? years old)

He had midnight-black hair and lethal, glowing amber eyes that swept over the crowd with absolute boredom. A faint, rugged scar ran along his jawline, a reminder of his dangerous time ruling the lawless offshore networks. It was Killian Blackwood—Cassian's exiled older brother, the true, feared Lycan Alpha of the Shadowlands. My heart skipped a beat, a wicked smile finally touching my lips. My perfect weapon, and my true fated match, had just arrived.

She was always the useful pawn I manipulated from the shadows. And now the whole game was teetering on the edge of collapse. I can’t get caught, especially not now. Dominic Blackwood. The very name made my jaw tighten. The man was dangerous. Ruthless. Respected by the entire valley and its Alphas—not just because of his strength, but because of his damned sense of honor and loyalty. He would come for his mate. He would not stop. I had seen it in his eyes during the last council meeting, when he barely contained his fury.

“Maybe you should be scared.” Noah’s gaze hardens, and for the first time, there’s a real edge to his voice. “You don’t get to decide who Tyler spends time with, Landon. You think you’re untouchable because you’ve got the Hayes name behind you, but newsflash—I’m not just some random Alpha. My family has just as much influence as yours, maybe more. So if you want to play the power game, fine. But don’t think for a second that I’m going to back down just because you think you’re special.” I blink, caught off guard by the venom in his voice. Noah’s always been calm, level-headed, but now there’s something else—something dangerous. And it pisses me off even more.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

A breath he hadn't known he was holding until he let it go. "It feels like it's saying hello," I continued. "Like it knows I'm here. Like it's reminding me that it's real." He was quiet for a long moment. Then his hand came up. Slow. Careful. The kind of movement that asked permission before it took anything. "Can I—" He stopped. Swallowed. "Can I feel it?" I looked at him. Kai Blackwood. Alpha of the most powerful pack in North America. Heir to the throne of all shifter kind. A man who commanded armies, who made councils tremble, who had walked into rooms full of his enemies and never once shown fear.

“No lies, no stalling. Who are you working for?” The fear in Damian’s eyes deepened, but he still shook his head. “You don’t understand—” “Then make me,” Luca growled. Damian let out a sharp breath, his gaze flickering to me before he finally spoke. “It’s not just the Blackmoon Pack.” I stiffened. “What do you mean?” Damian swallowed hard. “There’s someone else—someone more powerful pulling the strings. The Blackmoon Pack… they’re just a tool.”

I noticed that the dark paint on the side of his belly was like a handprint. I had seen it before, but my mind was too focused on fighting the giant beast. [Black Claws] I screamed at Liam through mind-link as soon as I remembered, [F*cking bastards! What are they doing in this part of the forest?!] More of them appeared from behind the trees. The five Gammas did their best to stop the two while Liam was busy with the spotted brown one. The dark brown, whom I supposed was their pack leader, attacked, and I snarled. I used my Alpha strength as we exchanged attacks. He was swift and deadly but not on my level.

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

Though Luc had used the Red Spider and became a monster, Tyr had not needed to use much strength to defeat him. Meanwhile, Tyr could feel Black Mantle’s energy, and he seemed way stronger than Luc. Looking at the blood-covered Tyr, Dhrishit could not help but walk forward with his katana and say, “Boss, let me do it.” Dhrishit had a fair chance of defeating Black Mantle. Black Mantle was indeed strong, but as the old Nemesis’ strongest member, Dhrishit was no pushover. “No!” Tyr shook his head. “Let me do it.”