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Warren It’s been several months since we killed Brady and Dr. Stephens. It took a while, but the pack has settled into what I guess is a more normal routine. We spar, we run patrols, Charlie and I run the pack, Yara and Noelle run the hospital, Haynes and Laney train and manage the warriors.

Marisse fished my phone out of my bag and I laughed. "Uhh... never." I giggled. My impossibly loud ringtone was still there because she hated it so much. "Lisa?" She held the phone up to show me the display name and my nose wrinkled. Lisa had never called me before but I'd rather suck on a goat's teats than talk to her for whatever reason, especially today. She was Cairh's "bestie" and goddess, she hated my guts. I've always had this spidey feeling that she was in love with Cairh and wanted him for herself.

The shoes are beautiful but Devyn can't wear them at all. Warren shook his head in amusement before driving. He's a careful driver, the plan was finally completed. Raven and Dionne currently will show how his first plan will start. Raven is the one who will destroy his own relationship with Xeri. I feel sorry for Dionne. I'm going to use her for my first plan. I'm a bad guy... I'll make it up for her. When she got home, Warren happily took the things she bought for her daughter. He went inside and went straight to the living room, he saw his daughter holding Linux because Linux was watching hello kitty.

"How dare she? How could she sever our bond?" "Damien?" Lila's voice came from the doorway. "Where's Serena? Why are all her things gone?" I didn't answer. My world was falling apart. "Oh, good riddance!" Lila’s voice was suddenly bright and cheerful. "She's finally gone! I can turn this room into my art studio now!" She started ordering the maids behind her. "Get all this junk out of here. Especially those old photos. They're so depressing to look at."

My heart skipped a beat when I saw the face of the girl. “Lisa?” I heard my own voice. Lisa was a dragon warrior who fought in the Great War.I had told Lena about it but I didn’t let her know it was a real event as I didn’t want to scare her. But here Lisa was wearing a maid dress with her hair pulled up into a bun. She looked so basic or even poor,I wasn’t pleased with that . “Jeremy!!” Lisa yelled as she ran to hug me then she stopped in her tracks and bowed instead.

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And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.

"You came." "I'm here. Talk." She gestures to the seat across from her. "Please. Sit." I sit but keep my posture rigid. Defensive. "You have five minutes." "Okay. Okay." She wraps her hands around a coffee cup that looks untouched. "I need to start by saying I'm sorry. I know that doesn't mean anything. I know I can't take back what I did..." "You have four minutes." She flinches. "Right. Lucas is working with Tim Warren. Warren hates Damien...something about a business deal years ago. He's been funding Lucas's legal defense. But it's not just about the trial."

Sunlight caught in her hair, streaking the dark strands with silver that had not been there when the war began. They were older. Not broken. Not haunted. Just marked by years lived forward. On the staircase landing above them, their daughter watched. Her name was Lydia. She was twenty-one years old and too quiet for most people’s comfort. Lydia had her father’s steadiness and her mother’s eyes. She also had something else. “Father,” she called down suddenly. Thomas did not look up. “Yes?” “When did General Warren fall?” He paused, hand still on the hinge.