Taryn Terrell Tna Novels & Stories

a sharp, mocking voice sliced through the murmurs. The crowd parted instantly. A tall, heavily muscled female warrior stepped into my path, completely cutting off my route. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a tight braid, and her golden eyes burned with pure, unadulterated arrogance. "And who exactly are you supposed to be?" I asked, refusing to back down an inch. "Tanya," she said, leaning down slightly to look me dead in the eye, her breath hot against my face. "A real warrior of the Shadowpelt pack. A hunter. Not a broken, useless human who got dumped by her lover within a twinkle of an eye."

"I will not go." "Nobody is asking you to," Taryn said. "NO!" she yelled. She attacked him. I moved and blocked her from getting to him. I didn’t want him to hurt her. I blocked. Redirected. "It's me." Nothing. "It's Hunter." Nothing. "Please. Look at me."

I was just a young pup when Logan held the northern pass, but every warrior in this territory grew up on his stories. He was the standard of what a Night root alpha tier vanguard should be. Knowing that his blood runs through you changes everything. The warriors won't just tolerate you now; they will expect greatness from you." "Which is exactly why Tanya’s challenge is so dangerous," Mira intervened, turning her head to look at the Alpha. "Tanya is a purebred. She has been training under Vance’s personal guard since she was a pup. She knows how to channel her wolf speed, and she knows how to kill. She expects to enter that arena in thirty days and make a public mockery of Logan's legacy by