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Ben followed, wearing bright neon green short shorts, a salmon pink tank top that said #DadBodInProgress, and a neon orange fanny pack slung proudly across his waist like a championship belt. Jax followed, his usual broody Lycan energy completely undone by a pair of electric blue dolphin-hem shorts, a tie-dye tank with a cat DJ-ing on it, and a matching banana-yellow visor tilted to the side. Tyler emerged next with mirrored sunglasses, pastel purple shorts so short they should’ve been illegal, and a tank top that read Suns Out, Guns Out over an image of flexing flamingos. His fanny pack was glittery. Glittery.

She would finally be able to escape her father's abusive grasp. Inside the office building, Leo was sitting down with his accomplice, having a cup of coffee. This ruse had taken a lot of work. A similiar prototype had been created for looks only. There were a few small differences. Things that only someone who had seen the original would know about and think were upgrades to the original plans. In fact, this one was completely fake and didn't even work: call it a wolf in sheep's clothing. Leo called Carter. "How are things?"

“He's coming. He will come for Shadowfang and he will destroy every single thing that we have built, everything that we have. He will kill us all Xander. He will be our doom…..our end.” I shivered. Alpha Callum…was a name you do not hear mist people mentioning casually. Instead he has been nicknamed across the globe as ‘’The Beast.’ A name that suited him to the core. He was the alpha of the Dark claws pack, and also a hybrid. And he was feared, well feared by everyone who has grown old enough to recognize what fear was - because of his brutality. The Beast conquers lands and other packs. That's what he does, what he has been doing for a dozen years now and wherever he goes, he wins.

Trampling people's life, trampling clans and sects just to bring someone like himself back to life. He wore a black robe with a black leather belt around his strong slender waist. He wore long black shoes just like her. They were ending below their knees. His sleeves were tight unlike hers, they were wide. A black wolf's fur scarf was resting on his broad shoulders and his lapel had golden embroidery on it. She never pitied herself, no matter what she went through...but one thing made her pity herself. She engraved his flame tattoo between her chest and he engraved her flame tattoo on his right arm. Their souls were tangled but none of them cared.

"You can...you can change. I'll have Amber bring you some clothes for the gift. It's a surprise that I pray Amber doesn't reveal it to you. That girl is such a chatterbox." "She is over a hundred years old and not a girl," Lyne told him casually and he looked at her wide-eyed. "She told you that?" "So much a secret for someone who is a chatterbox." She turned to go to the washroom but not missing his last reply. "Don't tell her I said so, okay?" She laughed and took her bath quickly. On getting back to the bedroom, she could see silver and black leather jacket, black pants, black belts with a golden head of a Wolf head design, then a pair of black pumps stood erect by the foot of the bed.

I wish I could let this moment sink in more but I couldn't stay here for too long. The shirt was a simple tee with white and yellow horizontal stripes, and the jacket Amamiya-san recommended was a dark blue denim fur-lined jacket with orange threading, a tiger dressed like a biker eating a sloppy joe at a pub table was embroidered on the back. Seated across from him was a white rabbit wearing a pink furry jacket with fishnet stockings eating a salad. The flip side of the jacket was made from brown wool, making something perfect to wear in winter. It was nearing summer now though...

She asked herself angrily. Tameka took a white turtle neck out of her closet, a sleek black jacket with a pair of black jeans, and black boots. She wrapped a black satin scarf around her head, ears, and jawline. She was camouflaging most of her face from the naked eye. Tameka tucked the rest of the scarf inside her black jacket.

She was a majestic sight to behold, with long, brown hair cascading down her back, and sharp claws gleaming in the pale moonlight. Her outfit was a testament to her strength and dominance. She wore a sleeveless tunic made of black leather, which hugged her curves in all the right places. Her leggings were made of the same supple material, and they clung to her toned legs like a second skin. On her feet were ankle boots, perfect for navigating the treacherous terrain of the forest.

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

Lydia shook her head and offered me a sympathetic smile, seeming like she might be acquainted with the horrors of Hell. She walked across the room and around the back of the sofas, toward a small table beneath the Hatch. After a few clicks of the screen behind its door, she showed me her favorite outfitters, who supplied garments for the athletic but elegant she-wolf. I chose a pair of brown leather pants, a white tank top with hidden support, and a denim jacket that came with holsters and a hidden bandolier. “I’ll take you down to the armory and get you stocked with anti-demon bullets.”