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Wade I watch as she looks apologetically towards me, her jaw tight. I look into her beautiful golden eyes, I feel they should glint more than they are, you know when you look at someone and they’re eyes are dull? Despite her beauty… I could see that. Maybe I can put that glint there. I’m surprised she feels the need to defend herself, the Princess always has guards around her… come to think of it I haven’t seen any. I’d have expected at least one. Her father must really trust us to take care of her.

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

Chloe asked hesitantly. “No problem, at least the other warriors won’t see you.” There didn’t seem to be any harm in anyone seeing us, so why was it such a big deal to him? “You know how our warriors act when they see women. It’s like it’s their first time.” “Yeah, Alpha,” Chloe replied, making Janice and me look at her. “But they’re harmless. They just get really excited about visitors, especially if they’re women. Didn’t I tell you no one wants to visit our pack?” she explained.

The only ones who stayed away were the guards on duty and the three princesses of Salem-Zul. Princess Sunitra, Princess Nadia and Princess Zeenat. Beautiful daughters of the King and Queen. Raised as warriors and as Princes. Each one was equipped with all the knowledge and skills every man and woman should have. They could wield a kitchen knife just as much as they could wield a sword. Each one with grace and poise and an aura that could not be overlooked. Sunitra the eldest had her mother's patience and charm, she was known as the mother of the Kingdom, always looking out for it's inhabitants.

He turned towards us, “Of course, every year we celebrate those who have worked hard to gather unbelievable scores. This year they are five. Firstly, the Raven wood pack’s very own Alpha Roman, Chief Fenrir from the Central Academy, Warwick Kingdom’s beta warrior Jasper, the Ore Merchant, Damon and finally, Warwick’s Kingdom very own beloved, Princess Ariana.” With each mention of our names, we were obligated to step forward and wave or bow. Damon did none, unsurprisingly. I was the last to be mentioned so I stepped out, shell shocked by the amount of support I’d gotten. There was a chant of 'The Warrior Queen' which did make me extremely shy and red but was really sweet regardless. Their pr

another supported, and they spread out searching high and low for the culprits. It was almost morning when they found and captured the princess. She was fighting one of the king’s special guards. They were well trained, but it seemed that he had nothing on the Naga woman he was fighting with. The Crab, Fish, and other warriors stood there and watched in awe as the Naga princess tore the guard apart. “I don’t think we can take her on alone. Get more of the king’s guards and we will make sure to keep her here.” One warrior suggested.

The chattering and arguments continued, people throwing out different theories and assumptions. But one thing everyone agreed on— That sexy-looking female warrior was not someone to provoke. The image of how she slaughtered the Blue Rain warrior would be engraved in their minds for a long time. It would haunt many of the men who had harbored lewd thoughts about her just moments ago. I returned my attention to the screen in the sky. Another scene was playing out. A group of warriors was surrounded by twelve strange creatures. They looked like werewolves but had horns and large wings sprouting from their backs, giving them a terrifying and unnatural appearance.

Said Ingrid. Princess Ashah developed an idea. A brilliant, most wonderful idea she had always wanted to come to life. “I want us to recruit women and train them to become warriors.” she said. “And who will train this women? A man?” “A person who understands the body of a woman completely, as well as excellent at fighting. There is a warrior in Aota, they call him Alex. He has been known to be the most excellent fighters. I need him here.” said the Princess.

All traces of the warrior had disappeared, and in the shining surface only a beautiful lady looked back at him. Thus completely disguised, he set out for the enemy’s camp alone. In the folds of his silk gown, next his strong heart, was hidden a sharp dagger. The two chiefs Kumaso and Takeru wore sitting in their tent, resting in the cool of the evening, when the Prince approached. They were talking of the news which had recently been carried to them, that the King’s son had entered their country with a large army determined to exterminate their band. They had both heard of the young warrior’s renown, and for the first time in their wicked lives they felt afraid. In a pause in their talk they

They were just random fairytales. "That is a warrior princess from Lyra. Her name was Venus," Meoni's words almost did not reach Madeleine, her gaze unintentionally lowering to the tip of the a****n's stone-carved sword as she blinked a few times in utter bewilderment, not entirely sure if she heard right or not. "What? So this...this is an illyrian? Illyrians are actually Amazons?" She turned around to face the princess, an entirely puzzled expression taking over her features as Meoni quietly regarded her whilst visibly failing to understand her point.