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And in the centre—three Council Sentinels in full ironmail, flanked by two warlocks. Cassian had already engaged one. Blood slicked his blade. Killian stood back-to-back with Elara, fangs bared, fury etched into every line of his body. I didn’t think. I shifted mid-run. Bones cracked. The world tilted. Fur erupted across my limbs, and I slammed into the first warlock with the full force of my wolf. His ward broke on impact, and I tore into his side. Magic exploded from his palm—silver fire.

With a snarl, I leapt onto the warlock, digging my claws into his shoulders and chest. He screamed in pain and fury as I bit down onto the warlock’s wrist, ripping his hand away from his limb. I felt the bone crunching beneath my teeth, primal satisfaction coursing through me. This. was the same hand he’d held Evelina with. ’Touch my mate again’ I thought to myself darkly. ’And a hand won’t be the only thing you lose, motherfucker.’

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I am the Alpha. The corridors twisted in impossible angles, shadows crawling like living snakes. Alvar ran through them, faster than thought, stronger than steel, hungrier than any predator. Every sound was amplified, every smell piercing, every heartbeat a drum of his own bloodlust. ‘Crush. Tear. Burn. Kill. Rule. Consume.’ Another servant stumbled into him. Alvar didn’t hesitate. Hands were claws, teeth were fangs. Flesh tore, blood sprayed, the wolf inside roared. Alvar’s body twisted, spun, and slammed the next figure against the wall. Nothing remained of them but pain and chaos.

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

"I turned eighteen today." I got into Sinners alright but after my first step in, I had a quick rethink of my impulsive decision. The interior was smoky and dim, a whiff of something in the air loosened my body and right beside me on a chair that was groaning for its dear life were two werewolves fucking loudly. I took a shocked step back but a drunk couple shoved me forward. "Get out of the way!" The female snarled. "Okay!" I squeaked and melted into the shadows.

“You have questions.” "Nah, I'm probably way too high and you're part of my hallucinations." "High? In the woods?" He chuckles, then he leans further back. "You just might be more interesting than me tonight." I scowl. “Why are you in there?” “I thought you didn't have questions?" I glare at him and his smirk turns into a tired sigh. "Well since you're asking, some crazy warlock,” he says easily, gesturing to the bars. “He trapped me here like a damn zoo exhibit, but I’d really love to get out now.”

We ran together through the carnage. Thunder rippled above us as the rain fell harder, stinging my eyes and impeding my footfalls on the slickened ground. All around us, wolves from Grandbay and Eastpeak clashed with wolves from Dalesbloom and the insidious Inkscale dragons. Catrina tore into my packmate Philip. Oslo was locked in battle with David. Aislin and Niko savaged Lothair, and even Everett had joined the fray, holding two dragons at bay alongside three Mythguard humans.

He crushed it with his very hands while reciting some words. “Gather round men! Break down those gates! The trybrid child has been born.” “You should’ve complied. You guys aren’t the only creatures capable of a little magic you know’.” the lycan added sparing a glance at the warlock’s cadaver. Enjoying the book so far? Follow me on I*******m @Ulric Efukor_._The Author and on F******k page- Ulric Efukor_._The Author to get sneak peaks at the next chapters, check out the trailer and keep up with updates. Lots of love, Ulric.