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It’s a huge operation, and I’m incredibly grateful for the recall Kylar sent out to the Midnight Mercenaries spread throughout the world. There’s an entire army of Midnight Forest Wolves, and the hum of their voices in my head would have been deafening if they all arrived at once. I was lucky that they trickled in, day by day. I’ve managed to meet about fifty active Wolves that are part of the Mercenary Pack, as they come in for check up’s at the medical centre.

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

"It's not old people. There's whispers of outside contractors. Professionals." Mercenaries. Elijah was bringing fucking mercenaries. I drained my whiskey, the burn doing nothing to calm the fury building in my chest. "How many?" "Enough." Marco shrugged. "More than a handful, less than an army. But all quality. The kind who don't miss." I needed more. Needed names, numbers, entry points. But before I could press further, Marco's expression changed—eyes widening slightly, his body tensing. "Silas. We've got company."

While looking for a place to sit and eat, I noticed something odd about this camp. This place was large enough to accommodate hundreds of people here. The Blood Eagles were supposed to be over ten times the number; that included the mercenary guilds and the raiders they press-ganged. Also, there was supposed to be a fleet of seventy-two landships. Only a single one parked next to the hill-fort. Where were the rest of them?

It's possible that the rumours that are circulating about him are unfounded. "So, did Count Rakan agree?" Markov inquired. Richard grinned. "Convincing a bastard with fetishes was quite simple, but it required some sacrifices on my behalf. He agreed to deploy a thousand soldiers, and I also made the decision to send an additional 500. Simply put, I'll do Ethan Slayer a favour and hire 500 mercenaries from the mercenary guild." "Give him some beastmen, and he consented to send a thousand of his army into battle? What passes through his head is beyond my comprehension." Markov gave a dismissive look.

“And how many are the B-shifters?” Kata answered. “Five hundred and forty-three men, Your Highness.” I nodded and turned my attention to the army before me— most of them being Trencher Warriors and a few of them being my werewolf warriors. They looked strong and confident and I relished the conversion process that had happened to lead us up to this moment. This moment… — A day before we would be leaving the Trencher Hole. A day before these men would be leaving their homes to fight for the Reigns.

In exactly forty seconds, nineteen mercenaries were dead on the polished floor. 01:20. The twentieth mercenary and the squad leader panicked. He grabbed the six year old girl by the hair, violently pulling her out of the chair and pressing the barrel of his pistol directly to her temple. "Drop the gun!" the mercenary screamed, his voice cracking with absolute terror as he stared at the blood soaked monster advancing on him. Lucian did not stop walking. His dark eyes were completely dead. "Drop it or I blow her head off!" "Look at her chest," Lucian growled heavily, his voice a freezing, demonic whisper that echoed off the gold bars.

“Well, it seems that many people can’t wait to begin. The tournament will begin soon. Before we start, let me explain the rules first. To be fair, each mercenary team can send only two people to participate in the tournament and the participants must not exceed 40 years old." Then, he raised his hand. "Well, the tournament has started! Whoever wants to be the first to take on the challenge, please come up." "I'll go first!" a voice shouted, then a figure appeared on the stage. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes and a formidable aura. The man saluted with his hands held together. "I’m Laird Jenmic from the Red Leaf Mercenary Team. Which one of you will come up for a match?" After a short silence

I asked, then looked at Sara, “What are our numbers?” Dominique hesitated before responding, “I don't know for now. But the ones I saw moving between territories… It's organized. Too organized. If he's been doing it for years, then I'd say seven or eight hundred.” “Eight hundred?” Sara cut in, her voice wavering, “We only have three hundred able warriors on the ground.” Sara said, handing me a long sheet, their names arranged according to their pack. Alpha Thaddeus cut in firmly, “Then we prepare for more numbers. Anything more is a blessing.”

"What's goin' on Shane?" "Adrianna told me this morning that she wasn't liking school because of the guy that visits her." I can feel Austin tense up beside me and Torque stands from his chair. Torque has never been one for fighting, he does what he must for his club, but much like Miles, we have tested him in the field often enough to know he can handle himself. He's young, only twenty-three but has been on his own since he was fifteen. Max found him a few years ago on the streets. He was popular because of his ability to hack into any surveillance or computer, but never used what he could do to hurt anyone. To us, that's all we needed to know to make him one of us. I've never heard his sto