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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

Like staring into a shattered rainbow, their colour is the only thing visible in the middle of this black, miserable thunderstorm. I slowly shrug my jacket down my shoulders, if I have to shift and defend myself I’d rather not wreck it. Deep black canvas, waterproof from the rain and dense, it feels like I’m wearing armour. Zeke likes his leather jacket, White Forest have their cloaks. I skulk about like a serial killer. So I’ve heard Naomi and Leona say anyway.

One was black, one silver. “I had them made when you were born,” Aries said. “They’re real steel, real balance. And soon, they’ll feel like feathers in your hand.” Alex blinked several times before whispering, “Thank you… Uncle Aries.” Aurora followed, her arms carrying a softer gift. She handed him a bundle wrapped in white silk. Inside was a handcrafted training jacket—deep navy with silver lining and embroidery that mirrored the wolves of the Gamma bloodline. On the inner collar, stitched in her delicate script, was a note:

What had Alpha Charles been preparing for? Before me are hundreds upon hundreds of pieces of armour, from helmets, breastplates, leg shields, Kevlar vests, armoured arm cuffs and gloves. I put everything I can on, they won’t stop the impact of a bullet and won’t fully withstand a wolf bite. But they will provide enough resistance to prevent the assault from being deadly. I return to the training room, to find that I’m one of the last ones back. “Why is there so much armour here?” I ask, still unable to understand why a werewolf pack would need such things.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the werewolf pack gathered in the heart of Luka's territory, their eyes ablaze with determination. Ardolf, a towering figure with a mane of jet-black fur, exchanged a knowing glance with Brian, his trusted lieutenant. Athena, with her sleek silver coat and piercing amber eyes, stood by their side, ready for the impending battle. Behind them, the rest of their pack, a formidable force of loyal warriors, awaited the signal.

But they didn't pick out anything cute. I put on a pair of boyfriend jeans which really annoyed me due to how big they left on me. There was a long white sleeve button up with a beige knitted vest. As well as a dark green cardigan for an extra layer to have on. Not that a werewolf needed one. We ran naturally high temperatures. He brought back pair of brown leather winter boots that looked exactly my size and a pair of wool socks. He looked determined to get them on me.

Sensing the leader's presence, he abruptly stood up, staggering slightly. - Bring the skin. The werewolf nodded and sped off down the long corridor. He returned, holding a massive leather jacket in his hands. This is a kind of chain mail with steel plates descending just below the waist. She was sheathed in leather, so she could be worn during the day without attracting attention. The special design allowed this jacket to expand several times, which made it possible to wear it in the form of an animal. Alud immediately threw it over his shoulders, shackled and sewn especially for him, she lay down like a glove. He buttoned his jacket and went out to Yulia. She kissed him tenderly. He squeeze

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

Not crowns. I laid out the clothes on the bed I will wear tonight: dark trousers, a fitted black blouse with slashed sleeves, and over it a long leather jacket lined with wool for the cold night roads. The boots are sturdy and scuffed. Not a Luna's gown. A woman’s armor. My wolf purred. "Yes. That’s better." I smoothed the jacket across the bed, brushing away imaginary dust. This wasn’t a garment for feasts or ceremonies. It was for leaving. For surviving. For riding into the unknown.