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Jess grumbled; her eyes fixed across the group as she spoke. “How can you be so damn calm about this?” Maddie hissed back, now hopping from foot to foot. “Because I’m already in my battle.” That gave her a moment of pause that allowed the Luna-to-be to come to a stop. She followed her friend’s gaze and found her attention was locked on to one of the other contestants. It was Erik from the Mountain Forest pack, the wolf she was paired with to fight. He was at least twice the size of Jess, wearing nothing more than a black vest and joggers, choosing to forgo the allowance of any armour. Both her and Jess were wearing the leather bodices that fit snug to the form but would stop a blade in its t

I nodded. Xander whistled, and men emerged from the strangest of places. Werewolves. From his pack. They were dressed in leather jackets and jeans, and all appeared to be armed. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said. “Let’s get this shit done and over with.”

Jackson’s shoulders visibly relaxed when Dax put on the last item, a slim but thermal jacket. Once dressed, from jacket to boots, Dax knew his Luna had put the items together. Not only were they all snug, but they were also all muted tones. Zara would have chosen lighter items and brighter colors. His Luna was a great wolf, a blessing in a world that had chosen to grind his bones and boil his blood. He straightened his jacket and stood to his full height. “Any other news?” he asked quietly as he restarted his slow trudge toward the compound.

A werewolf armed with a firearm stepped forward, his stance defensive. I climbed out of the vehicle, my voice steady and commanding. “I am Alpha Jack. A few days ago, I sent word to your Alpha that the Blue Lagoon Pack would be sending reinforcements to support your alliance.” The werewolf hesitated before fully stepping into the moonlight, revealing his battered form. One of his pant legs hung empty, and he leaned heavily on a cane while gripping his weapon with the other hand. His face was partially wrapped in gauze, while the exposed side was streaked with dried blood.

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

“F-Fuckin’ psycho! What an eyesore to ruin my good time…there’s no way I would ever prefer a scary hound like you!” Cussing at Zeus, that old pervert almost rushed away from there as if his pride couldn’t bear getting humiliated before me by such a majestic man like Zeus, who stood firmly in front of me, guarding me like a shield. Now I noticed that the leather jacket he was putting on had a big ‘golden wolf-head’ design embroidered with gold on the broad back, making it seem like a custom-made jacket for him. The picture of that wolf-head was quite scary to look at, with red big eyes as if they were gawking directly at me! I had never seen anyone wear a leather jacket with such an odd desig

The first one was a huge wolf with black fur coating it, his roar was powerful enough to make anyone submit to him, anger circling around him in waves. And opposite him was a human figure, wearing a long black coat. His aura was rather calm and unaffected. He stood casually with his hands tucked in his pockets, his face unrecognizable from the distance, but one could still make out a silhouette with a broad frame. Muscled and toned.

Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised since everything in the VR world was surreal. What confused me was that the armor hadn’t been listed in the designs. His armor was very fitting for him. There was a bit of a bad-boy charm, while still retaining his mature disposition. Although he wasn’t wearing a suit, in a sense, his new attire could be considered a suit of a sort. Luka was dressed in all black, with a few silver accents over various parts of his outfit. It consisted of a black trench coat, made of soft leather. The front collar of the coat folded back, with a silver and black design of a wolf on both flaps.

As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe. Once satisfied with the bandage, Ashier turned his attention to his attire for the day. He selected a regal ensemble befitting his status as the pack's leader. The clothes were made of rich, deep blue fabric with intricate golden embroidery along the edges. The royal crest adorned the buttons of his coat, symbolizing his authority and lineage. His trousers were tailored to perfection, allowing for both comfort and elegance. Completing the look was a silver wolf pendant, a symbol of his pack's strength and unity, hanging from a chain around his neck.

He jerks his head towards the front door, and I follow him. On the porch is the full elite force. They are dressed in our suits we made especially for fighting. Having four years to prepare since the last big attack has been beneficial. The suits stretch and conform to wolf form without losing their thickness. The fabric is similar to human's bullet-proof vests. They won't stop vampires' claws completely, but they give our bodies some form of protection from having our hearts ripped out. Hunters have had no success against them. Rogues have been scarce in recent years, but we figure the suits will help against them as well. Of course, Emmett's suit had to be tweaked multiple times. The dude'