The Recruit Novels & Stories

(Xing) This lively conversation already circles around in the canteen, and any time when the Recruit gets together. They know, they have no place to go or return to even if they were released from slavery, also there's no place in the world will treat them like they were treated here. All of the recruits were a non-human race, in the Central Continent no country will treat them with respect, and those who do, won't even go out of their way to create an opportunity for them. After the Recruit done with their Lunch, they wash their metal tray clean, and in instant tidy their appearance and lined up

GRAY On Monday morning, the recruits are bright eyed and bushy tailed, eager to resume their training. I cast my gaze downwards as they file onto the arena where Theo, Brock, Jax, and I are waiting. Reid had some pack business come up, so he’s back in Stillwater- his pack’s town- for the day.

I see it before it happens, the falter of his left foot, the hesitation before the counter. “Your stance,” I call, and my voice carries across the field, steady and calm. “Keep your weight centered. Don’t lean in too much when you strike.” He freezes, then straightens. “Yes, Luna—” he stops himself and lowers his gaze. “Yes, Alpha Elara.” It’s the first day of recruitment. The field is filled with the scent of sweat and ambition. Every corner hums with movement—men and women, some seasoned warriors, some wanderers seeking a place to belong. They’ve come to earn a spot in what the press has started calling The Rising Pack. My pack.

/I might have still won/ Rush pouted in a whiny tone. /Dick/ I snapped back. I knew he was just as relieved as me. The huge figures surrounding us only made the bleachers feel more claustrophobic. One by one Huxley, Sawyer, Easton, Hayden and half a dozen others stated their name. I’m no short-stack but these men were all built like fucking trees merged with steroid-fuelled grizzly bears. “Alpha Cillian wants me to recruit.” “You mean conscript,” Finn spat, folding his arms across his black hooded top.

he said evenly. “It is,” Jaron agreed. Varik glanced at the recruits with mild curiosity. “And your proof? Terrified boys repeating whatever story spared them punishment?” His Alpha finally spoke. “My Beta has no reason to orchestrate livestock killings. We maintain stable trade with half the packs in this room.” “Do you?” I said. The attention shifted to me. I stepped forward beside Jaron. “These recruits weren’t promised coin,” I continued. “They were promised land.” A murmur of confusion spread.

Like nothing ever touched him unless he allowed it. “You nervous?” he asked. “A little.” “Relax,” he said. “So,” I said, folding my hands. “You said you needed a personal assistant.” “I do,” he said. He pulled out the chair beside me and sat down. “Let's begin the interview.” “Interview?” I asked. “You didn't say… I'm not prepared.” He scooted closer. “It's nothing you can do.” “What's your name?” “I'm Amara Harpers.”

This restaurant had sustained them and their families and I had to keep going. I put on my appron and covered my hair, ready for work. "Alyssa someone's here looking for you." "Who is it Melissa?" "I don't know I think it's that guy you once brought here. The handsome rich boy." I chuckled really knowing who she was talking about. Kelvin. "You guys now in good books?" "Well let's talk about that later okay?"

“He won’t put his sister in harm’s way.” Omen cleared his throat and Jake turned to look at him. “When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?”

I'm praying for him to cut short his speech and start the recruitment already. Thirty minutes after his speech the recruitment starts. A recruiter goes through the rows of trainees looking at the credentials of a candidate in a huge file he's carrying. I'm so restless but I manage to hold on. I observe that those who are selected are whisked away and the unsuccessful candidates are left in the grounds.

"Just joined up from the eastern territories." The man narrowed his eyes, suspicion flickering across his face. "You don't look familiar. Who recruited you?" I hesitated for a fraction of a second, racking my brain for the name of one of Amanda's scouts. "It was Marcus," I said, hoping I got it right. "He said you needed more fighters." The man grunted, seemingly satisfied for now. "Fine. Just stay out of trouble. Amanda doesn't tolerate slackers." I nodded, moving to the edge of the group, trying to blend in as best as I could. I kept my ears open, straining to catch snippets of conversation. Amanda was talking about something important, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.