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I have seen many wolves beg for their lives. I have seen warriors cry. I have seen traitors swear loyalty when a blade touched their throat. You know what fear smells like? It is sharp. It is bitter. It is easy to read. The Omega lying on my land did not smell like fear. He smelled tired. Not just his body,. His soul. I mind-linked the warriors who were approaching. They went back to wherever they were coming from. “Austin Gray,” I said quietly, repeating his name as he lay on the ground before me.

“ I want her gone before he smells the struggle” Immediately something snapped inside me. It’s wasn’t me shifting. It was an explosion of incubated rage. I didn’t think. I didn’t growl. I moved!. The wolf in me didn’t wait for the bones to break it forced the change through pure unadulterated rage. I hit Tina like a freight train. My claws, still mid transformation tore through her silk drove and deep into the meat of her shoulder. I ripped her away from the fountain throwing her back against the marble statue of a weeping angel.

he said. Our weapons clashed once more. I wasn't in that war, but the stories were loud enough to hear and very description. A warrior who had his face covered, led the war that pushed the rogues out of the kingdom. Every step was similar to Cassien. Or so I thought. “If you do, I can be lenient,” he said, making me frown. “What do you mean?” He didn't give me an answer but became much more aggressive. I matched it as much as I could, with as much precision that could keep me unscratched for a while.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

He continued, "You warriors from second-grade worlds sure love to leave marks on your clothes to show off how special you are. Golden Continent's warriors leave a dark gold pattern, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent always leave blue clouds. That's how you recognized that I'm from a third-grade world. "You try your best to show that you're special. You think that warriors from third-grade worlds are just livestock you can kill as you please, but that's a hilarious thought in my eyes. Every world has its strong warriors. You feel so pleased with yourselves just because you haven't met someone truly strong from a third-grade world."

She clenched her fist tightly against her sword and looked at the warriors, pointing the sword at them. “Anyone of you wish for death?” She asked, and they all shook their heads, exchanging glances with each other. “Then bark and beg for your lives.” She growled as Sberbank beat her feet against the ground. All the werewolf warriors reluctantly fell to the ground except one, and they all began to bark and beg for their lives. “Please, spare our lives.” Their cries filled the air and Reya smiled at this, glancing at me. Soon, her eyes landed on the warrior, who didn't bark nor beg for his life to be spared.

The other was cheering his friends on since he was too little to jump. The warrior looked at me in horror, obviously not knowing what to do with so many pups clinging to him. I glared back with a “Don’t you dare ruin the game!” look, and he closed his eyes and sighed. Before I knew it, he cried out in defeat as he slowly knelt on the ground and rolled like he was beaten. Unfortunately, his cry of defeat alerted other warriors, who came running. Upon finding their fellow warrior had been “beaten” by several pups who were now climbing all over him to claim their “kill,” the warriors were cracking up laughing. Some laughed so hard that they fell to the ground, which only permitted the pups to p

LAUREN'S POV “Fine, Lauren, you win!” The teen warrior who was older than me cried, “Seriously, why are you so strong? You are only 7!” “No. You are too weak. A good warrior in my father’s pack should be as strong as I am.” I knew what I said was not exactly true. He was full of potential and expected to be the strongest warrior in the future. It was a serious battle which is normal among wolves. “Another victory isn’t it, my little cupcake? Congratulations!”

The female cats with their wolf pack mates stayed to the rear for the same reason. Most of the surrounding jungle was cleared away. Dmitri could see permanent living quarters in the distance, but their enemy wasn't yet coming out to play. The Moor said they had more than three hundred cats. Suddenly, gunfire sounded in the distance and it took everything Dmitri had to hold his position. Each clan had a job and he would do his. Esta noticed the large group of enemy first, kissed her mate, and charged with the other females. "I'm winning this bet, but I'll let you win the next one."

said Eloy. He looked at his husbands who were glaring at him. But then Adharva said "If you try and win by cheating, chief Javiar, you and your clan will be burned down," said Adharva. Javiar seemed to have gained back some confidence. "He has only fought with warriors who have fought men, not animals. My warriors are the best there is. Not even the former head warrior of former Mahereya will be able to win against them," said Javiar.