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She screamed, still looking up. "Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed, like never before... War has started. This is survival of the fittest, Who will survive and who won't?

Andrew snarled. “I’ll give you a reason to be scared you little leech!” He started shaking violently, then his skin shredded from his body. The oversized, surprisingly beautiful wolf jumped out of Andrew’s skin and charged at Landon. He couldn’t control his anger at this point. I would be scared out of my mind to see that coming at me, a wolf that was one-hundred times bigger than an ordinary wolf. But Landon just had this big smile planted on his pale face. I heard a violent crack and Andrew was on top of him. With ease, Landon slammed him to the ground and sat on him. With him struggling to get him off, Landon just sat there and kept smiling.

Russe’s Alpha side began to manifest in front of Adelia for the very first time, he had always been gentle and calm with her. Never acting possessive or ruthless. Adelia’s heart skipped a beat at those words, but she refused to show any weakness. “So be it,” she said, her voice steady. “I will leave at once.”

The cover wasn’t familiar, but it was also scuffed and torn. A shudder rolled through me at the book’s mistreatment, but by the many dog-eared pages, it was much loved. “Tolstoy?” I asked as I read the author’s name. In my hands was one of Tolstoy’s greatest novels, and one I could admit I’d never read—War and Peace. I looked up at him but he was back in his shadow, talking to Marco, though his eyes never left me. I flipped open the pages, happy to have something to read again, since my unfinished book was somewhere in my bag that they’d done who knows what with. I greatly missed reading and was desperate for anything to help get my head out of my present situation.

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I felt the familiar burn as it slid down my throat, praying to whatever deity would listen that it'd numb the pounding headache beginning to overwhelm all my other senses. “Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath as I opened the book titled, ‘History of the Great War.’ It was the usual stuff, talking about the first days of humans discovering the supernatural world was real, the attacks within our governments and armies, and the billions who had died. God, it had been a cluster fuck, a well-planned cluster fuck that none of us had seen coming. The war had been going on for a little over seventy years by the time I was born, just in time for me to participate in the la

I can't answer that now, I just don't know what to expect anymore. "Here," Abel announces and comes over the couch that I am sitting with a book in his hands. He hands me the book and opens it to a page. I take a moment to read what it is that he is pointing to and can immediately feel his magnetic pull on me as he sits beside me. I want to look into his eyes, try to see what he is feeling, but I know that he wants me to read this passage, so I focus on the words and read. "In times of great turmoil, when the brink of war is on the horizon. Two wolves from two packs will be born, who will one day unite the packs and bring peace. One a broken-hearted male and one a she-wolf, a slave to a syst

All eyes were again attentively focused on him, interest rekindled. “Good, my children. War ... well, war is kind of an argument. And it is called a dispute when two parties, i.e. two people, two families, two clans or even two peoples want to claim a certain cause for themselves without the intention of sharing it. Let us take an example: a farmer has a new cow that gives a lot of milk and therefore shares the milk with his neighbor. After a few days the neighbor comes and says that the cow actually belongs to him because it was grazing in his pasture. He demands it for himself and his family, while the cow gives enough milk for both families. Of course, the farmer doesn't see why he should

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

A new message from an unknown number. "Congratulations on the wedding. The real war starts now." I showed the message to Ivan and Nikolai, their expressions hardening as they read the words. Our moment of peace was over. The real war was just beginning.

Raven’s point of view. After the first sunrise, I bid farewell to Ryker and Blaise and embarked on a journey to Fenrir’s territory. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. Soon I approached the border of Alpha Fenrir’s territory. I saw a wolf, walking along the border and my heart jumped to my throat. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts and maintained my composure, I held my head high and I approached the wolf with my heart pounding in my chest.