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The sudden appearance of my warriors, summoned by a finger snap, astonished Winter Father and Winter. The fear in his eyes was unmistakable as he acknowledged his impending loss, adjusting his facial features and commanding "attack," causing all of us to shift into our wolf forms. I quickly defeated three enemies, winked at Winter, and then attacked another wolf. I initiated my search for the worthless mutt, the father of Winter, using my sense of smell to follow his trail. His brown and black wolf was easily spotted; it was in a corner, watching the fights. His men were fighting for their lives while defending his honor. I sympathize with those men; their leader is a coward, cowering in a c

“First, she knocked out three of my best High Guards with a single punch. Just one punch, Dominic, and they went flying through the air like rag dolls. Then she had the audacity to quote Continental Law at me, chapter and verse, as if she’d memorized the entire legal code. And then, and this is my favorite part, she just turned away from me as if I was nothing more than an irritating inconvenience, walked into her apartment, and slammed the door behind her. Dismissed me like I was some low-level functionary she couldn’t be bothered with.” “Wait, did you say she knocked out three High Guards?” I asked, genuine awe creeping into my voice. This changed everything. “With one punch? That’s not po

Christie's POV He stood nearly seven feet tall on his hind legs, a massive shadow of silver and black. I watched, dazed, as he lunged at the remaining gunmen. They screamed, firing wildly into the air, but the wolf was a blur of teeth and claws. He swiped a hand—a paw—and sent a man crashing into the woods. He bit into the rifle of another, snapping the metal like it was a twig. It was a massacre. It was beautiful and terrifying. He fought with a primal fury that made the men look like paper dolls. In seconds, the road was silent, save for the whimpering of the men crawling into the brush.

if he denned in Douglas fir, ceDadr, and granite—as if he’d never been touched by shampoo or soap or any of the accouterments of modern life. “Who are you?” Toby asked. “Who are you?” repeated Lauren, and the wolf looked at her. Hell afire, so did Toby. When she used it, she could pull in any wolf she wanted almost as effectively as Brian, though he’d have done it by sheer force of personality. Lauren made you want to curl up at her feet and bask in her peace. Toby saw the moment when the wolf realized that there were no humans here to protect at all. He smelled the other wolf’s anger and hatred as it flared, then vanished as it came up against his Lauren. Leaving . . . bewilderment behind.

“This one is strictly for the wolves. No shifting back to human form allowed.” Emerald leaned forward, eyes wide in disbelief. “How is that even possible? They have to jump through a moving target and land on something that’s also moving?” “Exactly,” Nesha said, a serene, confident smile curving her lips. “It’s a strategic mind game. Lots of warriors think their wolf form is just for brute force and tearing things apart. This obstacle tests their animal’s intelligence—spatial awareness, physics, perfect timing.” On the glowing green screens, Cobb’s boys didn’t rush in. The six wolves lined up at the edge of the ravine, ears flicking, tails swishing, silently communicating as they watched the

Where the silver half was molded to form a crescent moon, the gold created a perfectly round sun. Every time I slowed, too busy gawking at the elaborate artwork lining the walls, the wolf at Azrael’s side nudged me with its snout. First of all, the paintings moved. How could I not stop and stare? Second, the legends always said that Orion was the most powerful of the wolf gods, but it wasn’t until now that I actually believed it. It was oh so comforting that he also happened to have the worst attitude. When the wolf bumped me for the fourth time I grunted, “Can you tell your pet to stop pushing me along? Don’t let my perky ass fool you, I’m not cattle.”

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

*River* The thrum of energy courses through me as I lead the pack through the forest, our paws pounding against the earth in a synchronized rhythm. The scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, blending with the adrenaline that surges through my veins. Each leap and bound sends a thrill through my wolf, a heady mix of urgency and determination. I can feel the bond with my pack tightening, a shared purpose binding us as we race toward the Lycan castle.

It was rare to see mansions in the realm; only the richest and strongest wolf leaders had access to such. He had brought me to the forbidden Saber Pack, in which we had been warned never to run into no matter the crisis. The tales had it that they were the strongest werewolves in existence, having unimaginable power. “Can I just take a piss?” I say trying to work my way out. “You don’t smell of tension or irritation. That wouldn’t work on me. “ He bellowed, pushing me with his index finger. I almost tripped, but I got hold of myself early enough, using the door as a support system.

His wolf was massive, a hulking beast of shadow, teeth like daggers, fury spilling from every movement. We collided. Claws raked fur, teeth tore into flesh. The force of him slammed into me like a stone, but I did not yield even through pain. I managed to clamp my jaws around his shoulder, tasting his blood and rage. Beta Aldin struck like a blade of lightning, his wolf darting to my flank, tearing into the South's warriors who tried to circle us. For every foe that lunged at me, Beta Aldin was there, fast, brutal, precise. His loyalty was more than a bond, it was like a shield.