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" Are you sure they are from my pack?" "Yes, we even have surveillance" I sent him the videos so he would be able to point them out. "I hope you know that if anyone in my pack dies or the injury is too grave, we have the right to retaliate with war" " Yes, I understand" The door to the office opened and my dad stepped in. The look on his face showed that he had heard about what happened. He signaled for me to pass him the phone, and he spoke to the Alpha. "Tell my head enforcer to prepare, we are going for a meeting in the blood moon pack" My dad told me and I called Tim to inform him.

On one side lies a vast and long wall mount where a lot of battle types of equipment were placed, while on the other lies a series of the boss, an archer's target. "Welcome to the warrior's camp, my Luna," Ava whispered.

"Pack enforcer. Third ranked. Terrifying. Means you no harm." "What does that — the fist- thing mean?" Rain asked quietly. "It's a pack acknowledgement," Damien said from across the kitchen. "For the Alpha's mate." Rain looked at him. He was watching her face the way he always did — reading her response, checking for overwhelm, ready to intervene if she needed it. She gave him a small nod. *I'm okay.* Something in his shoulders released slightly.

Chapter 168 The tip of Viktor’s combat knife was a cold, silver promise against the pulse in my neck. One twitch, one flicker of the wrong emotion, and the "Rai Kirov" project would end in a spray of real blood on obsidian floors. "I’ll ask you one more time," Viktor whispered, the blade nicking my skin. "Who are you?"

Despite Tera's horrible outward attitude, she is actually quite nice, I figured. My thoughts were interrupted when the bickering of the two returned. Zack gave Sarah a deadly glare. If glares could kill, his might have plunged into her like a dagger. Sarah then flicked his forehead and then continued the conversation, "Honestly, these hunters would kill first then talk later. I'm the only rational one in the organization." "Yet, you have the most enemies out of all the hunters in the organization." Zack retorted. Sarah shot back, "That's because your enemies are already dead."

13 VIKTOR POV I hated the fact that every morning I wake up to the fact that my enemy is still breathing,my enemy who caused me the scars in my heart is still breathing freely without being killed or stabbed. I can't take my thoughts off the fact that I was going to kill Jackson soon and once that day arrives I would take back what's rightfully mine. "How do you know it's yours" Jack my wolf couldn't die because of the fact that I had a chance to kill Jackson at the battle but I hesitated. Jack never stopped reminding me of that incident.

This face was different; it held a coiled danger that the others lacked. Vlad’s face hardened, all traces of humor vanishing into a cold sneer. “And that is Giovanni Sokolov. Our main enemy. The future of their family, and my direct rival on being a Pakhan—the ultimate leader. Remember his face, Tristan. Every detail. Because we will take him down. You and I, Tristan. Our vengeance will be flawless." I stared at the image of Giovanni, the enemy whose face I was meant to memorize, whose existence was the sole purpose of my recovered strength. I nodded once, the weight of the Morano name settling heavy around me. "I understand."

~ IVANOV ~ “LET. HER. GO,” the fucking blonde snarled at me, his voice cutting through the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses like a knife. I locked eyes with him, staring straight into those cold, calculating browns. Isaac Kaene. My enemy. He had no goddamn clue who was standing right in front of him.

Dripping wet and shaking with rage, I lunged forward, ready to hit him—but the others pinned me down again, forcing me to my knees. Elliot's grin twisted into something vile. His pudgy face was gleaming with malice as he crouched down once more. "You want me to let you go? Fine. Bark for me. Say it loud—'I, Chase Levine, am Elliot Reid's dog.' Do that, and maybe I'll let you walk out of here." "Dream on." I spat at him, pure hatred burning in my eyes. Every nerve in my body screamed to tear him apart.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste