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Clara reached the top of the metal stairs and stopped two feet in front of the kneeling, one-armed warlord. Marcus Vance wheezed heavily, sweat and blood dripping onto the steel grating as he glared up at her with bloodshot, hateful eyes. "You... you think these mercenaries will stay loyal to a freak like you?" he spat through clenched teeth. "There are three thousand survivors in the lower quarry shafts and two hundred more soldiers locked in the barracks! The second you turn your back—"

I whispered, the darkness in my mind igniting with a cold, terrifying fury. The mercenary stepped directly into our space, his heavy boots crunching onto the snow right beside my head. "End of the line, Brooks." I didn't hesitate. Relying entirely on the sound of his breath and the shifting weight of the snow, I lunged upward from the ground, driving the heavy steel blade deep into the mercenary's thigh. A sharp, agonized shriek cut through the night. The man crashed down into the snow, dropping his weapon. Before his partner could react, Lucien pushed himself up on his knees with a guttural roar, slamming his heavy forearm into the second guard's chest with enough force to crack ribs and se

“It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.” Joel’s expression hardened, but a flicker of pain crossed his features. “And now here you are. Another proxy in its war.” The second mercenary suddenly laughed, a bitter, broken sound. “You think you’re winning? IZO44 has hundreds of us. Some know what they’re doing. Most don’t. It’s building an army you can’t see coming.”

In his right hand rested his greatsword, its tip scraping the stone paving with a slow, lethal rhythm. We approached the last mercenary still alive. He was a broad, filthy grey-furred brute from the Crimson Horde, a band of packless outcasts who sold their fangs to the highest bidder across the southern borderlands. He knelt in the ice, his arms bound behind him with rune-etched iron chains that smoked against his skin. His nose was broken and he spat dark clots onto the melting snow. General Varek stepped forward and gave a crisp military nod.

The lines around his eyes let Lu know that he was smirking behind his coffee cup. “If we are?” Merrow asked, brushing back his white blonde hair as he studied the book in his hands. Flipping back to the cover, he looked at the models with a sigh of boredom. “It says it’s about mer-folk, but he does not look like one of ours.” “I think it’s supposed to be the girl.” Puca said, his grin deepening. “She has a tail.” “That’s not what we look like either,” Merrow said with a frown.

He was aware of that. The God of War once made that oath to everyone from the five strongest nations. However, the foreign mercenaries simply served as ordinary soldiers in the war. He did not expect someone superior like the God of War to take notice of them. Yet today, these mercenaries offended the God of War. Kaze said indifferently, “What are you waiting for? Slit your throat.” “Wham!” Moments later, the foreign mercenary collapsed to the ground, his hand gripping a blood-stained dagger. His face bore his reluctance to depart from the world.

But as I entered, she straightened, her sharp eyes flicking toward me. “We need to talk,” she murmured, voice low, as the others filed out. Within moments, the chamber emptied, save for Marrow, Renly at the door, and me. Marrow motioned me closer. She slid a small leather ledger across the table. The cover was plain and worn, with a faint sigil burned into the corner — the crescent fang of the Nightfang mercenaries. “What is this?” I asked softly. Marrow’s mouth tightened. “A ledger. Payments. Coded drops to mercenary bands we thought disbanded years ago.”

I say. These mates of mine have saved me, have given me a life that I didn’t even know I wanted, and now they’ve given me a family. Our family. I pull Aeron’s arms a little tighter and slowly drift off with a smile on my face. THE END ******** This is the end of the first book in this series. The second book is called the Lycan Inheritance, and the first few chapters are up now. This book follows Adriel, all grown up and now the Lycan King. Rosalie, Aeron, and Cain are still in this book so you’ll see more about how their relationship has grown and developed.

It’s a huge operation, and I’m incredibly grateful for the recall Kylar sent out to the Midnight Mercenaries spread throughout the world. There’s an entire army of Midnight Forest Wolves, and the hum of their voices in my head would have been deafening if they all arrived at once. I was lucky that they trickled in, day by day. I’ve managed to meet about fifty active Wolves that are part of the Mercenary Pack, as they come in for check up’s at the medical centre.

When they browsed through the available omnicasts for mercenaries just like them, they found hundreds of thousands doing the same thing. Their faces darkened when they saw all those entries. How were they going to compete against that? They would have rather faced down a thousand enemy mecha than competition of this scale. While Eva thought of ways to break through the noise, Miko read the ridiculous titles on all the mercs’ ‘casts. [EMPEROR STYLE] Mercenaries Destroy UGFP Base