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So he could easily move around in their territory without rousing suspicions. The distinct Black Wolf Pack smell wafted into Syke’s sensitive nose as the top spy stood a few inches in front of him, never crossing the border. He turned his lips down in disgust. “You have spent so much time with these werewolves, that you actually smell like them, top agent.” “I blend in well. That is why I’m top agent, and you are nothing but a messenger spy.” The top spy replied coldly, in a low feminine voice.

Collins asked but there was no response from the Vampires. " How can we let this wolf intimidate us, Let's rip him apart " The First figure said with pride, The others roared charging at the Smiling Collins who only stood still waiting for his enemies strike, He is a sniper who kills with one strike. Collins ducked the claw attack of the second figure using his own claws to strike the second figure down, With one massive strike of his claws, the second figure head could be seen rolling on the floor. " Who's next? " Collins asked.

Wolf was standing there with his eyebrows raised and a quizzical look on his face. “Hey, Prez,” Silver said, thrilled to all hell for the most welcome of distractions. “You must be happy that Zee is back, huh? Engaged to your right-hand man too.” Wolf looked over at Scars and Zoe now, and a rare soft and loving look crossed his hard, handsome face. The man had had a rough life and it showed on him: he wore it like a ragged coat, dragged it around behind him like a clanking chain. Wolf Connor was one of those people that nobody messed with, not unless they had a death wish. He was fierce and feral, except when it came to Zoe and – to only a slightly lesser extent – The Road Devils. Wolf was n

He looked at the giant, scarred man standing over his unconscious squadmates and then at the child who had just eaten their ammunition. "Who... what are you?" the young Ranger stammered, backing up against a pine tree. Ashren stepped forward, his golden eyes burning away the illusion of the broken refugee. The Alpha of the North looked down at the trembling soldier. "I am the Wolf," Ashren snarled softly. "And you are in my way." Ashren struck him once, a precise nerve pinch to the neck. The boy’s eyes rolled back, and he slumped into the snow, unconscious but alive.

Even now, I thought to myself that since the Serpentskins had money and influence in space, what was there to be upset about? After I had paid and started to leave, I heard someone exclaiming in exaggerated surprise, "See, Sirius? Winnie's such a tsundere—she had refused your slave mark just yesterday, and now, she's buying you such an expensive present. I really lack her cunningness…" I turned to see Lola snuggling in Sirius's arms, while he was grinning gleefully at me. "And here I thought you were a strong, independent woman! But you'll really do anything so that you don't have to marry a rogue, will you?"

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.

His face was a mask of grim, absolute determination. Behind him followed three of the most massive, terrifying wolves Victoria had ever seen. They weren't standard Packhouse guards. They were off-the-books trackers. Hardened, scarred killers specifically kept for black-ops extraction missions. They carried heavy assault rifles loaded with specialized silver rounds. Ronan stopped at the back of the SUV. He popped the trunk, pulling out a heavy metal lockbox. He keyed in a code, snapping it open to reveal several heavy-duty silver chains and specialized wolf-bane injection darts.

Anna moved from behind the sniper gun she was setting. Brianna just needed the sniper gun to get a grip on her target. She did not bring the whole of it. And it wasn’t the gun she would use in case she gets the information she needs from Jack Foster. The one she brought with her today was an airsoft sniper gun, a Novsitsch SSG10 A3 airsoft sniper gun, with only a short barrel, bipod, and sniper scope. There was no butt pad, so the long gun wasn’t that long as usual, and there was no magazine, no ammo, too.

She was truly broken now. It was only a few weeks later that everything went sideways. The Beta and third in command dragged Rain and myself away from our appointed task by the collar to the front of the house where the Alpha and the rest of the pack waited. Lyra knelt at his feet in the snow. We were lined up and forced to the ground watching the Alpha, fearing what was to come. Lyra didn’t look up. She wouldn’t meet our eyes. “Ladies and gentlemen,” The Alpha began. “We have before us the Silverwolf." He looked extremely pleased with himself, which could only mean one thing. He knew. “Would you please point to the wolf in question.”

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.