Mass Effect 3 Support Raan Or Gerrel の小説・ストーリー

“Why now?” “Because hating you doesn’t change what’s still out there.” Selene’s fingers flattened on the table, like someone planting a flag. “Rowan may be dead, but not all of his generals are. Some are hiding. Gathering. And our name still opens doors with certain men it shouldn’t.” The air in the room cooled. “Who?” Kael’s voice came from the wall, low and dangerous. “Three of his former commanders,” Selene said. “They call themselves the Triad now. You may remember them as Harrow, Vance, or Corin.”

"Excellent! This is completely perfect for our rogue pack dominion! Quick, invite Theo Deucalion and Liam Raeken over to this hall right now. My mouth needs to thank their skins personally." Moments later, Liam Raeken walks straight into the council chamber wearing an immaculate white alpha robe, white leather boots, and gold-rimmed glasses. His polished appearance is completely offset by a hint of raw, dirty sleaziness that his body language cannot mask from my wolf's senses. Beside his skin is an older male wolf draped heavily in a thick black cloak, his face stern and his aura completely ice-cold, exuding an unsettling, dominant presence that fills the entire room. "Mr. Raeken, Master Deu

But something softer than anger. She exhaled slowly. Then pointed toward the maps. “Come here.” Relief washed through him. Not because she’d forgiven him. Because she hadn’t thrown him out. For now, that was enough. Kael stepped beside her. Together they studied the battlefield layouts. “Malrik has three major outposts.” Aria pointed at the map. “We know where two are.” Kael nodded. “And the third?” “We don’t.” His expression darkened. “That’s a problem.”

Rowen asked, looking from me to Raziel. “Rayne is a Reaver with Wolf focused abilities.” Raziel finally said. Neither brother said anything, but the slow inhale from Rowen, and the subtle seat shift from Ramses, told me everything I needed to know. These tiny, nonverbal cues conveyed a wealth of information, hinting at the complex, simmering tensions that lay just beneath the surface.

Beta: Supports Alpha and is responsible for maintaining pack order Gamma: Works with pack closely reports to alpha Enforcer: Head Warrior of Pack, trains pack wolves along with co-enforcer Pack Wolves: Common members of pack

The Lycos Pack alpha killed the Mani alpha right in front of us. Isaac: Shit! Isaac: Mathias got so pissed when he heard that. He beat the shit out of Beta Roan. Isaac: He’s in the hospital. Arya: Hy is mal (He’s gone crazy). Isaac, you have to get out of there. Isaac: I can’t. Isaac: Mathias wants me to be a general under the new delta. Arya: It’s not worth it, Isaac. Arya: Get out of there. Come north.

Ronan It was becoming clearer to me now—Arya had more than just me as her target. She had a source inside the military, someone she trusted, someone they believed could rise quickly if Marc was taken out of the picture. Could it be Lucas? It could be anyone, really. With thirty-three colonels currently in the ranks, any one of them could be vying for a promotion. It was impossible to pinpoint who her ally was without more information. This puzzle was a tough one to solve, but I was determined. Once our mission in Kavistan was complete, I intended to get the truth out of Arya myself.

"And Graywater?" "Closer to us in tradition," Talia said. "Alpha Soren is an old friend of Rafe's father. He's been cautious about the peace — not opposed, but watching carefully. His beta, a woman named Vex, is sharper and more openly skeptical. She'll be the harder one to win over." "So Caden tests with questions and Soren watches and waits," I summarized. "Essentially," Mara said. "But neither of them is your biggest challenge." "The emissary's report," I said quietly.

I didn’t need to see their face to know who it was. Rhea. She appeared from the shadows, her movements fluid and precise. There was no hesitation in her steps. She knew what she was doing. I had trained her well. “Everything’s in place,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the wind. “The triplets are starting to get nervous. Keiran especially.” I nodded, my eyes narrowing as I studied her. “Good. It’s about time they showed their true colors. Ronan’s ambition will be his downfall. He’ll want more than what Ivy can give him, and that will be the opening I need.”

The fragment adjusted again. Mirroring. Not perfectly. But close enough to feel invasive. Ardyn’s voice came through tense. “We’re seeing adaptive latency reduction. It’s responding faster each cycle.” Mara withdrew entirely. The fragment dissipated. Not defeated. Satisfied. Back in council, the air felt different. Not panicked. Strategic. “If it’s modeling Mara,” Kael said, “then we need to remove the constant variable.” Serik’s eyes snapped toward him. “She is not stepping away.”