Mosskit Warriors Novels & Stories

*** Alpha Marcus POV I march down the hall of our pack house, while I yell through my mind link to the entire pack. “IT IS TIME! RED MOON IS THE ONE CAUSING ALL OF THIS! THEY MUST BE TAKEN DOWN! KILL THEM ALL!!! DON’T LEAVE ANYONE ALIVE!” The warriors instantly shift and run into the forest, heading straight for Red Moon pack. With each step, I fume even more. Red Moon pack is one pack that I thought I had gotten an alliance with, but they ended up backing out at the last minute. I still don’t understand why they did, but I’m going to teach them a lesson.

The Warriors’ Roar A cluster of young warriors celebrated openly, their voices echoing across the field. “Did you feel it?” one barked, chest swelling. “The bond! The strength of it! With her beside him, Troy cannot be beaten.” Their laughter and howls rang like a war-drum. They beat their fists against their chests, invigorated, ready to follow wherever Troy and Daisy led. The Skeptics’ Whisper But not all hearts rejoiced. In the shadow of the barracks, whispers slithered like venom. “So it’s true,” one wolf muttered bitterly. “He beds the Masked Alpha and now we’re supposed to believe she was our savior all along?”

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

The head warrior declared. The Crystal Moon Pack erupts into cheers and applause as Beta Logan emerges as the winner. “Warriors, Step forward! It's time to showcase your skills in combat,” I declared and they all stepped out. They were paired in twos. Ocean Moon Pack and our Pack were paired together and I felt Ryan, The head warrior would do a good job. The warriors from each pack squared off their muscles and we watched as they started sparring. “Bring it on!” “You're no match for me”

Their howls rip through the air as they choose their doom. We don’t wait. Maddox lunges first, a blur of muscle and fury, tearing through the line and aiming straight for Markus. Markus reacts fast, too fast, shoving two warriors forward, using them as living shields, their snarls cut short as we rip through them without slowing. Blood sprays. Screams choke into wet silence. Coward. The fucker shoves past his own warriors, abandoning them without hesitation. He runs, boots slipping in the dirt as panic finally strips him bare. The treeline is close.

TO: LiamTaylor@Ravenwood.com FROM: CodyRavens@Ravenwood.com SUBJECT: Hemsworth pack _________________________________________________________________________ The past week we’ve had a problem with the neighbouring pack of Hemsworth. The other warriors are standing to attention but it is at utmost important that the new recruits will be ready if a war should break out. Although there has been stirrings I am communicating with their Alpha.

Now they are dead, the warriors, angry for the loss of their comrades, took their anger out on the rogues. I’m not sure what to believe. But if they spoke the truth I hope the Moon Goddess grants them peace in the afterlife because they didn’t have any in this life. Instead of following classes Maverick is pouring over maps looking for different routes and places for rogues to hide. Thinking of possible ways to find and attack the rogues. Killing them swiftly and with none escaping to warn the others. If that would happen they could band together and attack Maverick and his men. The number of warriors he will have with him is small enough to travel quickly and be flexible. Taking more warrio

When night fell, Colt, Vaan, Stephen, Taki, Hiro, Bianki, Minerva, and some of the Moss packs began collecting their belongings in preparation for their trek to hunt the rogues they sought. "Don't be too hard on my men, Colt," Moss jokes, grinning at Colt. "If I get a message that you're oppressing them, I'll hunt you down." "I can't promise that, Moss," Colt replied. "You know me." Moss continued, stroking Colt's shoulder, "I was just kidding. You are so serious." "We've got to get going, Moss," Colt said. "You should," Moss said, nodding to Colt. "Just email me if something happens or if you need anything."

You could even see the slight worry in Hector and Bryan’s eyes. My tablet was next to me with the current roster of people in the pack. We had a good amount of warriors. A lot of the families from the old captains from Harvest Moon came to join the pack. Their kids taking up the mantle since most of the other captains had retired. I was sending groups of three usually to each issue, helping put out the spots that were coming up.

I personally only had eyes for Rochelle, but he had eyes for everyone else, he’s a player and now I understand why he wanted to come on this trip, he’s run out of options in our territory. As we pulled up to Rockridge territory we were assigned 2 of their warriors, brothers, one year apart in age, Brett and Shane. After meeting Alpha Brandon, we were assigned rooms inside the packhouse the two warriors gave us a tour of their pack. As we walked along the streets, Jake had me chuckling as he smiled, nodded and at one point nearly broke his neck looking at a she-wolves, “you have no shame do you Jake.” He shrugged, “if they don’t, why should I,” he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have si