Novel & Cerita Lonely Warrior

In a small room filled with piles of documents, a calm and solemn atmosphere prevailed. Sunlight illuminated every corner of the room. There were only a few people there: me, Wayne, Adam, and Zora. Each stood in meaningful silence. Wayne, a young man with proven courage, stood tall in the center of the room. He wore simple but neat clothes, his face showing determination. He dropped to one knee before me. "We are gathered here to witness the induction of a new warrior. Wayne Morris, who has shown courage, honor, and loyalty, will receive the title of warrior."

High Warrior Nexis says to us, while gazing into his mates eyes. “Remove his shackles!” Py yells to the guards. Once Palin is free, his mate snatches him into a tight embrase. I look over to see Warrior Ralo glaring at the happy mates. “Warrior Ralo!” I snap and watch his glare turn towards me. “Yes?” He snaps at me.

You can see the love in their smiles, and when they look at each other, their love is hard to hide. My clan, Clan Adair, is easily the largest and safest clan to be a part of. Surrounding clans rarely have an issue with us, and we are left alone most of the time. Our clan is feared, not only for our size, or our warriors. Our clan has a secret, we're werewolves. Not that anyone knows that fact. They just know our warriors are strong, and we've never lost a war. The stories told are that no one is left alive, and our warriors are all that is left on the battlefield.

He growled, turning around and giving me his back, “Now I came here for a reason. We need warriors and not just pathetic, wimpy ones. I need strong ones and no f*cking women!” I cocked an eyebrow, surprised at his request. I was in front of him in a split second, “What did you just say? No f*cking women?! Are you mental? Have you lost a screw in there?” I pointed, thumping his head with my finger. He pushed my hand away, “You heard me. They use their bodies as a distraction and always want to f*ck around getting clingy and whatnot.” He said through his teeth. “No. Some women have value. Take the Luna from the Midnight pack for example. She is strong, a fighter, a warrior, an assassin. Accord

Leo called his top men from the Moonlight Warriors to help us, while leaving the second in command to train the rest of the warriors. We all rode to the river and parked at the small shed where most of the warriors get their clothing after running with their wolf. “Alpha,” a warrior I didn’t know greeted. “Anything new?” Leo asked, and the warrior shook his head. “Still the same Alpha, and the perimeter is safe,” he answered, and Leo nodded. “Are you guys ready?” Leo asked, and everyone else gave their nod. Leo turned to face me and said, “Lead the way, my Luna.”

I didn’t want them to feel awkward because of my gaze. Female warrior with clawed blades. A foreign term I’d never heard before. They might know about my past battles—how I charged into the battlefield without hesitation, even without orders. I smiled faintly. I had never asked for any title, but it felt... like the term wasn’t an insult. They had bestowed it with respect. “Is the rumor true?” asked a young warrior. “That Luna could defeat a rogue army alone?” “I wasn’t alone,” I replied briefly. “But I wouldn’t hesitate to stand alone if needed.”

“Then may the games begin.” They clinked glasses, their fingers brushing in silent solidarity. Outside, the stars began to pepper the sky. Inside, beneath the warm golden light, two women sat shoulder to shoulder—one a warrior returned from exile, the other her fierce and loyal general. The war hadn’t begun yet. But the battlefield was set. And Ann McBrown was ready.

I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies. "A hundred thousand dollars in exchange for the truth." I generously propose to the middle-aged man in front of me. "Excuse me?" asks the man before he glues his feet on the ground. He was simply passing through the corner of the same road with me but ended up getting a surprise proposal. Similar to this young woman with him, they convey these weird looks that are telling me that I might be some kind of psychopath or lunatic who wanders the street and randomly attacks an

And I was dangerously close to showing her exactly how her little theory about momentum played out in real life. But with all this, she’d just proven what I’d known long before she ever showed up in this city – lone wolves were fu.cked up.

We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.