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"Do you not understand brother how you've been manipulated all these years by your dearest master? He was never on your side to begin with. What was the point of there being a god of war in our generation if he refuses to fight back against the adversary. If father cannot see it, then I will take it from you. I will conquer you and make sure that father's dreams can be realized in me." "A good sword must be balanced. You have never liked to practice martial arts since young. How can you compete with anyone? The generals in Wei are fierce. The tricks in Yan and Jungpi will confound you to no end. God of war? Even I am not cocky enough to give myself such a name. I barely even know

(Cara's POV) In my dream, I kneeled before a white-haired man, surrounded by a few people that I was sure I had never seen before, but strangely, they felt familiar. "Catalyn of the Red Blood Pack, you have proven yourself once more, and finally, we believe you have all the qualities to become one of our warriors, the first ever female to become a warrior," he said, his voice filled with pride. I rose to my feet, a wide smile on my face. The people applauded; they all had the same look of pride in their eyes.

Fear for our safety and concern for his community intertwined in a chaotic dance within me. As we hurriedly left the room, the scene that unfolded before my eyes was nothing short of a nightmare. King Crowell’s men, with their wicked sneers and ruthless weapons, unleashed chaos upon the village. Flames consumed homes, sending plumes of smoke billowing into the night sky. The sounds of battle, the clash of steel against steel, reverberated through the air, accompanied by the anguished cries of the defenseless.

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

Suddenly, the Elders burst out into laughter, the sound cruel and mocking. Elder Lyra, unable to hold back her amusement, sneers, “Don’t be daft, girl. Just because you managed to order those Zervos wolves doesn’t mean you can control the Council warriors. Don’t you know? Council warriors are special wolves. They don’t belong to any packs, and no pack Alpha can control them either. They only obey the Council Elders.” I feel their eyes on me, waiting for me to crumble, anticipating the despair they expect to see.

I grunt as I clock a warrior in his throat. “He threatened them with killing their families. We have to save as many as we can,” I yell out as I am wrestled to the ground by two warriors. These fuckers just keep coming. Suddenly, one of the idiots bites into my thigh and I look down to see he has shifted. They always underestimate my strength at first and are having to shift to take me on. Dumbasses. Kat pushes forward and pins him down in a second, snarling as she clamps down on his neck. It’s not fatal, but he will have to stop in order to focus healing or he will bleed out.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Aura struggles against his grip, her gaze pleading with me. I'm almost there. With one final burst of speed, I leap onto the stage. My paws thunder on the wooden planks. Their Alpha stumbles back, releasing Aura. She rushes to my side, and I swiftly position myself between her and the rival alpha. The guards, realizing their leader's vulnerability, retreat. My warriors press their advantage, pinning them down. It's a surprising sight. How twenty of my warriors can defeat triple their number. For a moment, the square falls silent, except for heavy breathing and growls. The Alpha's growl echoes through the square, his eyes blazing with possessiveness. "She's mine! My mate!"

"Secondly, you would be shared with your masters. Now, you are shared to work for them. You will clean their tents and run their errands for them, that master does not own you. You can ride as many warriors as you wish. When a warrior approaches you and you do not like him, say so and walk away, he will not force you, and do not speak about it anymore. "Do not get attached to a warrior who is not your mate because when he finds his mate, you would be tossed aside. You are nothing to them, they do not see you as anything but sex mates. They are not attracted to you, so do not get ahead of yourselves. Do not fight over any warrior be it the Lycan Alpha or his Beta or any warrior you find more

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.