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After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

“God, I’ll never get used to that.” “My great hugs or sneaking up on you?” “Fuck off.” Cyrus snapped and pushed me off of him, but kept me close. “Good to have you back. We’ve missed your ugly mug. Let me buy you a drink. After this shitty year, you’ve earned it.” “Running intel for three months earns me one fucking drink? That sucks.” “Fine. Two.” Cyrus wrapped his hand on the back of my neck, trying to take me down in play, but my body refused to bend to his strength. An Alpha is always the most powerful wolf in the pack. “What the hell?” Surprise bested his anger.

Collapsing finally from the pain, I rested a minute before heading back. The area where the sniper was had a singular bullet left, one .308 caliber made entirely of silver. The area on my face still burned as the blood slowly started to crust. The smell in the area had been peculiar too, an indication of a scent blocker. I had been right too when I found the empty syringe, some blood dried on the end. I had deeply inhaled then, catching the feinted wife of the wolf; spiced cherry sours with a hint of mint, an extremely unique scent for a wolf.

Staying in the trees, I saw Kirill's wolf, and my eyes bulged; he was magnificent. He was a ginormous, inky black wolf, and wisps of black mist were coming from his massive frame. His red eyes were shifting between the three men standing before him with their rifles centered on him. “He's impressive, I don't know why he was concerned about me seeing his true form,” I commented to Opal. “I don't know either, but if we don't do something, he is going to be gunned down,” Opal growled. Seeing a picnic table I suggested that I jump from it and land before Alvath to knock the bastards down with my ground ripple.

These inhumane beings didn't just go around stealing food and property, they also raped mated she wolves in the presence of their mated partners, and most humans were put through terror. This has not only scarred them physically but also emotionally. "If we do get back early, you can still drop by and give her a flower right?" Owen had gone on a killing spree earlier, he was so livid, I was too but Owen had seemed like a mad wolf. He was angry that Sophia's special day was interrupted because of this. Killing some of them, and injuring most of them had been satisfying. I can't imagine them infiltrating into our homes and hurting my Sophia.

“I know you are familiar with a Half-Shift, taking a single part from your wolf form and fighting with it. But what I want you to achieve is latching on to the Wolf Spirit’s untapped strength and using it without borrowing its form. You will stay a human with your own consciousness and decisions, but you will have the power and the invincibility of a Wolf.” A smile starts to appear on my face. I turn to him and clap my hands together. “Alright, now we’re talking. Come on, tell me--” “Oh, I won’t tell you.” Nero pulls out a silver crossbow from the bag and points it to me, directly at my chest. “But I will see if you can.”

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

The wolf in the drawing was lying in green grass, looking peaceful. “Yes, Alpha Logan. That's Kol, your wolf.” I couldn't help but smile at his response. He was visibly proud of his work. “You're the best, Jordan. How did you draw Kol?” I asked him. The boy shrugged with charming innocence. “I took a picture of Kol with my Polaroid when he was in the backyard, Alpha Logan. He's really big and furry.” His answer made me chuckle softly as I ruffled his hair. “Okay, can I keep this?” I asked him. He nodded quickly, giving me permission.

Dustin remarked with a chuckle. “Get me in contact with that pup.” Wolfin’s eyes widened in shock. Snow Wolf, the feared and infamous leader of Breaking Wolf, was the leader of the top assassin organization, but Dustin referred to him as a “pup.” Within moments, Drake successfully acquired Snow Wolf’s contact information. He made a call.