Romans & histoires Shepard X Garrus

Their leader, a scarred Alpha named Garen, stepped into the firelight, his fur a matted, rusty brown, his eyes a piercing, lightless yellow. "We heard the Sovereigns had returned to the dirt," Garen hissed, his voice sounding like the snapping of dry twigs. "We came to see if the wolf of the stars has any teeth left. Or has the soft light of the nebula turned your blood to water, Killian?"

Gin said with a slight chuckle. Wanton nodded in agreement, "The younger generation sure gives an old man hope for the future." He looked over his shoulder, "you two, come with me, it's time we started the show," two 8ft tall, chubby, bald-headed men with long brown beards stood from their seat. These two are the guardians of Stardust City, trump cards Xasha had hoped to never reveal for centuries to come. The two looked up at Wanton's prompt and disappeared soon after, "You know your rolls," Wanton said addressing Gin and the others then vanished.

When they went outside they saw what Ashley was talking about, there was the guardian in his usual brown robe, but this time his eyes were white, then there was Drevis back from Solaria and the battle on the day of Serenity. “I know who you are.” Said Sekora to the guardian, but I don’t know you.” She said turning to Drevis. “I am Drevis, second in command to Kariya.” Said the robot. “No, I don’t think so buddy, he’s got Luese to do all his dirty work now .” said Sekora with a smirk that made Drevis get angry. “I will kill you for saying these lies!” He screamed, then ran at Sekora with two swords.

Gavin had believed Garrett was dead. He had never imagined Garrett was still alive. Not only alive, but alive and well. And now Garrett had become Fabian’s right-hand man. Gavin’s expression turned terrifyingly cold. Did Garrett have any idea what he was doing? Staring toward the woods where Fabian and Garrett had disappeared, Gavin stood and said to the person beside him, “You take over. Fly toward the spot where Mr. Xander fell. Have the other helicopters cover you.”

She landed hard on the pavement, her whimpering now sounding more like a desperate, animalistic whine. "Get her out of here," the enforcer ordered. "She’s not pack. She’s a complication." As they dragged Garron away, he looked back at me one last time, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred. "You’ll never survive this, Xender! The pack will tear you apart for this treason!" "The pack already decided," I said, watching him disappear into the back of the transport. "They just hadn't found their new leader yet."

This was a pack protecting its heart. "You thought the Arch was soft?" Lucien growled, his fist connecting with an assassin’s helmet with the force of a hydraulic press. "You thought the dress made her a target?" The battle lasted exactly forty-two seconds. It was a display of absolute, unmitigated violence. The Quads didn't just stop the threat; they erased it. Xander turned toward the last assassin, who was frantically trying to recalibrate his phase-shifter. Xander’s hand, now a massive, golden-furred claw, closed around the man's chest piece. The metal groaned and crumpled. Xander didn't snarl; his silence was more terrifying.

But this was their chief, the one who won this place and empire, disobeying him meant death. Either way, they were going to die, setting aside the chilling fear of Xavier. Two of the guards stepped forward and started to walk. Xavier’s jaw clenched. The icy calm on his face started to crack. Without even looking in their direction, he pulled the gun from his waistband and fired. Two shots. Both guards dropped instantly, bullets through their heads. Blood spread across the floor. A collective gasp filled the hall. “Anyone else want to try?” Xavier asked calmly, looking at the remaining guards.

Xavier stood in the corridor outside the patient room and glanced warily at the two lines of guards standing there. Their uniform posture and cold demeanor sent a chill down his spine. The door to Jasper's room flung open, followed by the heavy thud of military boots. Liam showed up with a stoic expression while adjusting his beret. After years of strict military training, he was able to keep a poker face at any time. The guards immediately performed a military salute. "Let's go," Liam calmly ordered his men and whooshed past Xavier. The guards followed suit, and peace was restored in the corridor.

The air crackled with an undercurrent of anticipation, the collective spirit of the pack pulsating through every member. Xander, alongside Chassy, observed the sparring matches, assessing the squad's readiness for the battles to come. His presence exuded authority, instilling a sense of purpose and unity among the warriors. The bond between the alpha pair, forged through challenges and triumphs, radiated strength and stability, a pillar upon which the pack relied.

BACK TO THIRD PERSON POV The next day, Thursday, Mr. Garrity had a helper summon Thea to his apothecary shop when she got home from school. Thea came immediately with the triplets and four Delta guards in tow. “Alphas, Luna,” Mr. Garrity said. “I have some mock-ups to show you.” “Excellent.” “Let’s go outside for demonstration,” he said. “Of course.” He pushed a cart outside behind his shop. His helper followed behind him with another cart. Thea could sense the interest in her Delta team guards.