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Then came something stronger than all of them. Determination. The wolf suddenly stepped backward.

Confused, betrayed. "What's wrong?" "Everything" I replied him, getting on my feet "everything is wrong, I came to you for help and you act like you were willing only for you to go sell our plans to the enemy, for what? Probably her dirty, unkept, community pussy" I yelled, it was the first time we were really fighting, my voice loud enough to bring down a city. Jordan looked even more confused. "I kinda feel like you speaking a foreign language, I don't get you"

The pack howled. "But we're not going to let him. We're going to stand together. We're going to fight together. We're going to win together. We're going to show him that we are not afraid. We're going to show him what we're made of. We're going to show him who we are. We're going to show him that we are stronger than his hate. We are stronger than his fear. We are stronger than everything he throws at us. We are stronger together. We are stronger because we have each other. We are stronger because we ha

Stronger this time. Mira’s breath caught as a wave of sensation moved through her, sharp and undeniable. It was not just awareness. It was direction. Kade was closer. Mira’s heart began to race. “No,” Mira whispered, shaking her head slightly as if that could stop it. The bond did not listen. It pulled. Harder. Mira took a step back instinctively, as if distance could weaken it. It did not. If anything, the resistance seemed to make it stronger.

"How do you know?" "Because I know you. I have known you for three years. You are the most stubbornly loyal person I have ever met. Do you really think some hypnotic suggestion from a dead madman is stronger than that?" A sound escaped Priya's throat that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "I do not feel very strong right now." "Strength is not about how you feel. It is about what you do. And right now, you are fighting back against something that was designed to be irresistible. That is strength."

~ RIG ~ It was instinct to keep Cara on my injured side like a shield. I held her hand so tightly as we walked inside I was afraid I might hurt her. But she gripped me back just as strong. A strange thing was happening in me and I was scared to hope. Every time Cara told me she knew I could win, my strength grew. When my pack-brothers circled us to usher us inside, my strength thrummed. It was like something had infected me and was coursing through my system. Except, instead of weakening my body, it did the opposite. I felt like I was taller suddenly, stronger definitely. Sharper.

"You think you can challenge me? I am stronger than you, you can't kill me!" The warrior's eyes narrowed, his gaze unwavering. "Strength is not measured solely in physical prowess, Mimi," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "True strength lies in loyalty, in compassion. And it is because of these virtues that you have failed as a member and warrior of this pack."

He was rebuilding from strength. This was the phrase that had arrived in his thinking over the past weeks — not rebuilding from the necessity of repair, which was what the earlier years had required. Rebuilding from strength: the specific quality of building on a foundation that was fully established rather than still being set. The difference between construction on solid ground and construction while simultaneously laying the ground.

My punch had shattered their preconceived notions, rendering me a force to be reckoned with, a contender who had harnessed a raw and undeniable strength. As I stood there, the reality of the situation became abundantly clear. My victory was not simply a triumph of physical prowess; it was a display of the power that resided within, a testament to the determination that fueled my actions. The dent in Theroid's armor was not just a dent—it was a symbol, an emblem of the strength that lay dormant beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.

Connecting. Forever.