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Crossing my arms and pouting. The warrior rolls his eyes at me and his eyes glaze over. A few minutes later three omega wolves roll in an entire new set of winter dresses. I let my eyes light up and I jump to my feet, rushing over to the racks running my hands over the fabrics with fake enthusiasm. They all are made of slightly warmer materials and have long sleeves. Relief washes over me as I find a deep maroon one that doesn’t have a slit running down it and a high enough neckline to hide the long sleeve shirt I plan on wearing underneath it. Sadly all of the shoes are still heels but at least this was something.

She was taken into Lara’s room, which was a masterpiece of construction. “Shall I help you get dressed?” asked Mrs. Rolex. "No, Mammy, I will dress myself up. Thanks.” Replied Ella. Ella knew how to get dressed for a battle, as her father was in the army. She was surprised to find that the werewolves wore the same camouflaged uniform as humans during the war. She wore light-weight body armor that she found in the dressing room, which would protect against bullets, and a soft vest of lightly woven laminated fiber to provide protection against handgun rounds, followed by the camouflaged uniform. Finally, she wore a helmet to protect her head.

After she had showered she found the clothes Lucas had left for her and stood looking at them with a frown on her pretty face, 'Dear God, what century did these people live in? She thought with a wry smile holding up the calf-length gypsy skirt, it was a rich purple colour shot through with silver thread and the matching long-sleeved bolero jacket looked like it had come out of the distant past. She was unaware of the simple life the Werewolves lived, they did not follow fashion and rarely even watched the TV, they worked hard and played hard but for the most part technology passed

Alpha of the Shadowmoon Pack, and the bane of my existence. He stood a head taller than most wolves in the room, his frame lean but corded with muscle that rippled beneath his perfectly tailored black jacket. The fabric stretched across his shoulders, expensive and fitted, the kind that cost more than most pack members earned in a month. Everything about him screamed calculated wealth wrapped around barely leashed violence.

What scary nonsense is this? Anna has seen awful things in her life, yet this one topped it by anyone's standard. On her were a prevailing style of dress like in the early medieval period; now a dirty leine/tunic, and under, a brat or cloak. The brat was rectangular and made from wool, brightly colored, with ornate decorative borders. The leine was an ankle-length, sleeveless garment worn next to the skin and made of white bright linen. "Okay, then. Harry, correct me If I'm wrong, are you a werewolf? Care to tell me now, I'm dying of curiosity."

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.

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”

{Name: Kirou} {Race: Werewolf(Lycan/Human)} {Class: Weapon Master} {Subclass: Crafting Master} {Weapons: Gunblade Tonfas, Beginner Knife, Wolf Claws, Enchanted Steel Chain, Threaded Wires...} {Armor: Swampland Leather Armor Set (vest, pants, gloves, boots, crocodile helmet), Mysterious Bead(???)} {Level: 13} {HP: 732/732 (432+100+200)}

It was a scent that made her inner wolf want to curl up and submit, a scent that marked this entire fortress as his personal hunting ground. Her steps led her toward the massive, dark wood wardrobe that spanned an entire wall. Sliding the heavy doors open, she let out a quiet breath. Inside, there were no colorful tunics or frivolous court attire. Rows of his immense, fur-lined black cloaks hung like sleeping beasts, the heavy pelts of alpha wolves and mountain bears thick and pristine. Beside them hung his dark leather tunics, stiff with structural reinforcement, and his black steel armor pieces, dented and scratched from a hundred historical battles. But it was the lower section of the war

I have a job to do! It took me almost 11 hours and two train shifts to get here, but I was finally at my destination. I groaned and stretched with my hands above my head, filling my lounges with the crisp and fresh air. I Dragged my backpack to an old motel and rented a cheap skanky room under one of my fake names. A quick meal and a change of clothes and I were ready. My black leather pants, black dr. Martens boots, black tight tank top with a loose black hoody over it. My go-to outfit while out at night. My tight skin pants were not only making my ass look smashing, but it was also real skin and gave protection, at least better than those jeans. The tank top, I don’t know.. I like having