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"Go to Seven in one pack and get all the warriors there, make sure they come tonight. I won't tolerate any more killings from that monster, it's either he flees or he appears and faces death." "Should I call Princess Tahira?" He asked and I shot him a weird glare. "Are you crazy? Tahira doesn't even know her name, talk less of joining In a fight right now, Just get the men and don't breathe a word to her. She knows where to find me once she regains consciousness." I told him and he nodded. I walked down the dusty path that led to the river to have a warm bath.

I asked. “You said you wanted to pass Lucien’s test.” I nodded. “Then you have to defeat five warriors without a weapon.” My breath caught. Before I could say another word, five warriors stepped forward. I swallowed. ‘Lisa, you can do this. Kael is only trying to prepare you. Take this like Lucien’s test and fight like the fearless warrior you are’ I clenched my fists. The five warriors charged, there was barely a moment to breathe. I ducked beneath a punch and drove my fist into one man’s ribs before immediately turning to avoid another attack.

"They will swarm you. They will use their numbers, their hierarchy, and their cheap political tricks to crush you. If you cannot handle three elite beta warriors in my ring, you will never survive the summit when you return." Before I could even settle into a defensive stance, Vance raised his hand. "Begin." The three warriors didn't hesitate. They moved as a synchronized pack, splitting up instantly to flank me. The largest warrior—a brute named Torin—charged straight down the center, his massive, calloused fists aiming a crushing strike toward my jaw. I ducked beneath his blow, my sneakers slipping slightly on the fresh snow, but as I pivoted to strike his exposed ribs, the second warrior

There he was in his full glory, standing tall at 6'5", bulky and muscular. His dark brown hair, cut short and a week-old stubble making him look stunning. Wearing military pants with a plain white Tshirt, he was standing with his hands held back. After we settled in our position, with me standing behind Michelle in second row, second place, he spoke again. "Good morning everyone, my name is Viktor Kent, head Warrior of your pack. I will be your trainer" He was looking at every one of us while instructing us. "In my absence, Kiara here will be your trainer" he said that placing a hand on the shoulders of the girl standing next to him "I don't like that, take off that hand" Ara growled irritat

he muttered, low enough that only I could hear. The Boss leaned back in his chair, studying me. "He looks angry." "He's got fire," the scarred man said. "Just like his Pa'" "Fire burns." The Boss took another drag of his cigar. "Sell him to the Sheikh. I don't need a problem." The scarred man shook his head. " He's smart. Fast. Could be useful." The Boss exhaled slowly, then stood. He walked round the desk, his shoes clicking against the floor. When he stopped in front of me, the smell of his cologne was thick and choking.

His wise eyes sized me up. I knew I must look like hell—red eyes, wrinkled clothes, reeking of despair. He cut me off. "So, you know where she went. But do you know why she had to go?" I froze. "Damien, do you know what The Claws represent?" The Elder stood and walked to the window. Of course, I knew. The top werewolf security organization in the world. Directly under the royal family. Only the best of the best from every pack made it in.

Everyone who saw it marvelled, and there was no way that they would ever forget it. The young Supreme lifted Nightmare to his chest and held it before him in a straight vertical. His eyes swiftly changed to those which were true, and the power of Devour swallowed every bit of Edict that dared remain in the same vicinity as himself. In a flash the young Supreme swung the screaming Nightmare, with Light and Dark moving on their own and intercepting the wasps from the sides. Parting his lips, he announced his skill to the world and made his name known. “Supreme Sword Series: First Chapter” *BOOOOOM*

He sat beside me like a mountain of pure stone, a rare, unholy expression of profound pride softening the rugged lines of his jaw as he watched his mate systematically dismantle the highest court in the West District using raw, clinical intelligence. He allowed my words to stand as his shield, his large palm sliding flat over the back of my hand, his thumb tracking a slow, possessive cadence that anchored my weight. "The data is verified by the central grid," Supreme Judge Cecile declared, his gavel hitting the wood with a sharp finality that officially castrated the elders' argument. "The Warlord's tactical alignment remains within the boundaries of the charter." The assembly began to murmu

Not only was I covered in shit, but of all the days I get saved, it happens to be from falling on my shit-covered ass by a living personification of my best collective fantasies in living form. The man could only be described as, a seven-foot-tall, Adonis with seductive warm caramel-coated skin wrapped over massive planes of muscles that would make a full-blown nun sigh. I continued to size him up, I catch a glimpse of his long flowing dreadlocks dangling ever so teasingly above his pectorals covered in black and rose gold armor. Painfully preventing me from getting a glimpse of what would no doubt be the most heavenly chest I’ve witnessed on a man like this up close.

Leno said pointedly. I fold my arms in front of me. “Anything else, Beta Leeeeeno,” I said, scoffing while dragging his name. He stepped forward, standing in front of me. “You know you are lucky it was me and not my mate,” he said, grinning menacingly. I visibly shudder. I am not a warrior. I barely went through the training to shift our first time. But Nora came from another pack. She is scary in combat. I gulped and nodded. “Good, you do have a guard outside. Just ask him what you need, and we will get it,” he said while he walked away, his back to me, waving his hand.