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His thoughts swirled like the mists of centuries past, contemplating his next move in the eternal chess game of power and survival. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned Kon, his fearsome companion, a Jaguar which has proved his loyalty . Kon, once an ordinary jaguar until subjected to dark experiments, had become a creature of unparalleled stealth and ferocity. He admired the beast's loyalty and efficiency, qualities he would now require for a delicate mission. "Kon," Levon’s voice was low and commanding, resonating with centuries of authority, "We have a task at hand. I want you to retrieve Storm from the hands of the Lycan.”

But when they came in waves like this, even a True Warrior elite would be forced into a retreat when they might lose their lives. Harvey let out a sigh. "This is much more powerful than things like the Royal Flushes and the Rainstorm Needles." Clarion nodded. "They're meant for different environments. Rainstorm Needles and Royal Flushes are small and easy to carry, and there's no limits to its use. But the Warsong? Not only does it have plenty of limits, but it's also quite costly. We wouldn't have brought it out if it wasn't because of an emergency."

The thud of hundreds of paws. Mud flew. The world narrowed. Luna’s heart slammed into a new rhythm. Battle. “Archers!” Orion barked. “Loose on my mark!” Wolves along the parapets drew. Strung. Aimed. Luna glanced down the line. Some hands shook. Some were rock-steady. She drew a breath so deep it hurt. Then let the storm inside her reach. The sky answered. Clouds darkened. Not the lazy grey of earlier.

Onyx suddenly said in my head. “Axel...” I called, flicking my gaze at him. “Onyx said—” “I know. Orion just told me now,” he interrupted. A wide smile formed on my face. “So what do we do?” He lunged forward, shifting in the process. Orion’s voice wafted through my head: “Catch me if you can, Onyx.” Without hesitation, Onyx shifted into her form, chasing after Orion while they had the time of their lives.

I sighed, and began to walk on the narrow path. Looking down, my heart shook for the fear of falling off. I couldn't see anything below me: it was completely dark. I swallowed hard, and continued walking until I arrived at the spot where I was meant to stand. Suddenly, the lights came on, shining directly on me. I swept my eyes all over the place, looking at my reflections on the mirror hanging in the air. “My name is Caleb, and you are standing before the Five Pillars Of Truth that oversee the affairs of the White Moon pack. Would you kindly tell us why you're here, Daphne?”

**Blood Rain** layers on top—corrosive violet downpour. The Court rides with me. Seras sunrise-nukes the skull swarm. Lucian dragonfire melts the bone constructs. Kayo’s tails guillotine the lesser lords. Rowan erases timelines with a word. Nerida eats the void leaks. Remy and I tandem the boss. I **Crimson Forge** blood armor around us. He coyote-gold claws the echo’s face. I speak Line 777—contract void. The echo screams. I finish with **Sanguine Eclipse**.

"That’s odd. It’s unlike any mark I have seen in this pack." Storm shrugged, "well, Aaro is unlike any fucking woman I know." I had a snowflake and a crescent moon, probably because of the last name Snowden and because Storm belonged to the Winter Bone pack. But to me, it was pretty fucking obvious why Storm had the mark he did. It’s because I’m from the Iron River pack. I had snow to represent Storm and he had water to represent me.

He looked out the window at the wolves that were running beside the SUV. He searched for his friend that was running next to the window before they got the news that the Lycans had reached the jet and were tearing through it trying to get to the pups. Onyx picked up speed easily passing the wolves ahead of him and the SUV he could no longer be seen. Onyx was the fastest of the warriors even in human form. Blaze knew he was afraid for his mate and his pup. He kissed the top of Mina’s head lightly, pressing his hand on her stomach reassuring himself that his pup was ok. The flutters that followed made him smile; his pup was strong.

His voice showed he was worried, and I could feel he didn't want to talk about it. “Please,” I said, moving closer. “We need to know. He's threatening my pack, and he claims to know things about my past – about my mother.” Orion sighed heavily, seeming to age years in a matter of seconds. “Ryder Storm,” he began, “was once one of the most respected alphas in werewolf history. Powerful, charismatic, visionary. But power corrupts, and Ryder… Ryder became obsessed with ancient prophecies and forbidden magics.”

"Just take care of Sapphire and Phoebe. Xenia and Nordika are a few cells away from here," Roxanne didn't complain further and Onyx trotted out of the enclosure and out of the vaults of Black Fur Pack and promptly, Onyx was circled with those demon-like figures. Her hands clutched into fists angrily. "I don't have time for this," she uttered and with that, she charged and they also plunge in.