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It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

“Fann didn’t give us any password, he simply told us to come and get his wife for him. We are not strangers to you, tell her we are who we say and she should come with us.” Eleanor shook her head and took a step back. “I will not willingly leave without a password. My husband would not do this.” “Are you certain, m’Lady? He did not tell me there would be a password,” Thomas said cautiously. “Because there isn’t one.” The stranger took a few quick strides forward. “I’ll not be waylaid by any woman’s folly, lady or no. If we are to be returned before dark we must leave immediately.” He bent and swung Eleanor over his shoulder before anyone could say a word. Using the momentum of the movement a

"We need to get you out of here... now, there's going to be a bloody war tonight believe me Bella, and I need to make sure you're safe. We got made security, the whole squad is here, Aunt Jessie's people, Diego's grandfather's people, Miss Amanda's people, over 300 Mafians globally donated their man for this war,Mario doesn't know what's coming for him tonight", he said. "People are coming coming out to rescue me?", I whispered almost crying. "Miss Bella, you're a living legend , people would die to save you", he said. I smiled, "Thank you ", I whispered. "Great, now let's go ", he said and held my hands.

The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice. Everyone burst into laughter at his sarcastic comment except for the redheaded girl. “Well full disclosure, she is indeed the legendary mate-less warrior.” Everyone gasped at her statement. “That’s ridiculous! We were never told that the mate-less one existed and I can assure you that I’m a straight A student in history!” The fat boy bragged otherwise. “Yeah, how could that be?” The cute voice spoke up again and everyone did the same. They had never been told about the existence of the mate-less one, not even their parents.

I turned to see Thane, bloodied and enraged, slashing through two witches at once—until a crimson bolt of magic ripped across his shoulder, tearing flesh and sending him staggering backward. Maria was further south, her wolf barely visible through the thicket. She fought with the elegance of a born warrior, her fangs locked around the neck of a hybrid mage, while a second hybrid tried to flank her. She countered just in time—but not before a blast of ice magic struck her left side, freezing part of her flank mid-motion. “Maria!” I barked through the mind-link. “I’m fine,” she growled, but I felt her pain pulse through the bond like a cracked drum.

He didn’t stick his hand back through with his middle finger upraised, but he might as well have. “Well, that’s just fucking great,” Ian said. “We need someone with magic to deal with the damn shaman.” Pressure boiled up in me until I thought steam had to be whistling out of my ears. I lunged forward and grabbed Ian by his shirt with both fists, dragging him down until his startled face was on a level with mine. “What the fuck do you think I am, Ian?” I gritted out. “I’m a warlock. I have magic, dumbfuck. And you. Do not. Own me. Are we clear?” I gave him a shake, not that it moved him much. The point got across, though. “If I’m part of this pack, I’m going to pull my weight, and that makes

His long silver-gray hair was in small braids, and a dead man was lying at his feet. Trying to get a better view I narrowed my eyes at the prone body and realized that it was Styx. Confused about what I was seeing, I opened my eyes and said, “I don't understand!” Gavin shifted beside me and growled tiredly, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” Pinching my lips together I rolled to my side and continued to try to figure out what I had seen. “Sergio Winters is a male warrior prodigy, ancient and extremely experienced. He probably challenged Styx to claim your daughter, and unfortunately, Styx lost,” Bria whimpered, and I ground my molars.

Additionally, everyone looked well-clothed and fed, but it was the lone figure standing close to a fire that caught my attention… Witch! That could explain a lot… But other than being a pain in the ass, they died the same way any human did. I just had to be aware that we would be fighting spells and magic as well as wolves and weapons. Guess, I was going to ask my mate’s sister for a favor… “We don’t know for sure,” Warner, my head enforcer and the most experienced warrior to ever have joined my rogue pack, said and scrolled on the tablet he was holding. “But most likely it’s the Mystic Moon Pack or---”

Larry clenched his fist and exerted his energy to emanate a formidable aura. "A level seven warrior emperor! Maron! This guy is a level seven warrior emperor!" the mustached man exclaimed in alarm. Maron sneered, "What's there to be scared of? Leave him to me. A casual practitioner like him will never be able to match me in terms of combat skills. I'll leave the others to you. Remember to kill the men and that little girl. The only people we're sparing are those beautiful women." The mustached man agreed readily. "Gotcha!" Yuka, a level six warrior emperor, stepped forward and unleashed her spiritual energy.

"It is blood soaked. Painful. But necessary." "I do not care about pain," I said. "I care about winning." The Mage tilted his head. "You will do both." He moved toward the door. Paused. "Protect her," he said quietly. "She is more than you know." Then he was gone. Like he had never been there at all. Mara stepped forward. Stood beside me. "He's right," she said. "About Darius. About the war." "I know." "But he is wrong about one thing."