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I was dumbfounded when I remembered the ad at the airport. "Alpha, Alpha," I called after the man running after him and his Beta. I heard him curse and stop while the Beta laughed. "What is it?" Alpha Moon asked me, sounding Impatient, and I sighed. "I just came in from Geneva, and I want to join the military here," I said, and both he and the Beta began to laugh. "The military isn't for your kind," he said, and I was offended. "And what kind is accepted in the military?" I asked him, and he turned toward me and smiled.

(Hwa Young) She cried again as she looked straight at me, I supposed my stories does kinda seems a little bit emotional and messy as a roller coaster rides. But to me, my Military life, although it was annoying as heck, but there is a good thing about it, I learned so much and also, I got my revenge in the end and also I got my reputations that even made me one of the influential figures in the Underworld. If I must say, my life goes into a smooth sails after my time in the military, because I have already learned some messed up shit, so because of that nothing really can fazed me much.

"We always behave." That statement was so ridiculous several nearby Dark Mountain warriors actually laughed. Which helped. A lot. The tension eased. Slightly. Then one of Adam's warriors recognized Garrick. Apparently they'd once fought each other during a border clash years earlier. The resulting argument lasted three minutes. Until both wolves admitted neither had actually won. Then they started laughing. That opened the floodgates. Stories began appearing. Old patrol incidents. Training competitions. Embarrassing mistakes. Near disasters.Before long warriors from both packs were trading stories across tables. The tension slowly dissolved. Not completely. But enough. By the time dinner end

Both ended up laughing their hearts out. "To be honest, I'm not sure that was the most appropriate story I could have told you both, but I've heard worse." "There were other occasions when I had to pass through the sewers," Janet explained. "However, I'm sure a lycan would never do something as stupid and uncomfortable as that, am I right?" She realized the wine was speaking now, and she knew the other two didn't believe her story either. "You'd be surprised at some of the crude things I've done in my life, both before and after I was discharged from the army," June responded with a mumble and another glass of wine.

"When?" He looked around. Then shrugged. "Eventually." I laughed. "Disgusting." "You're dramatic." "You're living like a raccoon." That earned another laugh. Progress. Slow progress. But progress. For a while we talked about stupid things. Movies. Bad food. Terrible gang decisions. The time Davin accidentally locked himself inside a warehouse. The time Martil nearly punched a politician. The time Bellamy had arrived and immediately caused chaos. At one point I laughed so hard beer nearly came out of my nose.

"Aye I was a soldier this is true. And believe me when I say I've received far more training then any of your men here. But what makes me confident is two different things. First - I've been in two different armies, including the one in Ireland. Second - Family. "HAHA Family!? Boy are you going to bulk up shave your head and lead a group of street racers and mechanics against me and repeatedly say family? I've seen those movies too. Wanna take a guess how it will play out here in the real world?" "Hey now in their defense the first two were good though the one in Tokyo had the worst leading actor possible it had potential. Loved the one in Brazil though." "Aye well at least our tastes in mov

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

There was a tv and a playstation and some games with movies near it. Anderson and Carl were sharing stories of Williams. They talked about his first deer kill. The time he got scared by a cockroach. The time he killed a turkey and how it was in mid-flight, like an old westerner cowboy. About another time that he got chased by a hive of bees. These stories made Williams seem like a badass. They told stories well into the night. Zane especially liked the story of him clearing Pales like a badass. Shooting them down as they came out of a den with a rifle and a few other soldiers.

“You look like someone who could use a good laugh.” I raise an eyebrow. “Do I?” “Yep. Lucky for you, I’m full of stories. Did I ever tell you about the time I outran a tornado in my old pickup truck?” I blink. “I don’t think so.” He launches into a tale so animated and absurd I can’t help but laugh. “...And there I was, wind howlin’, my dog howlin’, and me screamin’ at the top of my lungs like a banshee! But we made it, me and ol’ Duke.”

He suggested and I fumed, angry that I lost my grip on him. He noticed my foul mood and started talking again. "I'm a soldier in Nigeria if you don't know. During the Endsars saga, I lost a very good friend and I still thank God that I wasn't around to witnessed all that happened. It was really bloody and I hate bloody events," I chuckled at his fake show of strength. "Soldiers doesn't cower from fights. They fight head on. So if you ran away, then you are a big coward." I told him and he didn't look happy with my analogy.