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*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

“I know, those eyes were undeniable proof. Merlin, after tomorrow the rest will be up to you.” Rainer awoke once more inside of the pink liquid chamber. His first sight being Merlin, who had his face pressed up against the chamber’s glass. He was dressed in pure white mage robes, with a hood over his head, he was just as tall as Rainer and was wearing a sword on his left waist. The red and gold scabbard caught Rainer’s eye, mainly the intricate wave-like design.

I asked with a neutral look on my face "Red blood pack......Their Alpha Andrew and B..eta... Ray Reynolds said this" These chauvinistic pigs I noted down their names on my notepad "Okay the matter will be handled...now start with your reports.. " Steve wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief feeling relieved. The security head started "No attacks on any of the borders although a rogue was spotted near the western border but he did not cross the boundary...345 warriors are presently deployed on the borders and 1000 are undergoing final level of training...tomorrow the final match will take place and those who pass will be the new recruits into the army...other than thes

She quickly grabbed it off the shelf and flipped through the pages until she reached chapter four. She stopped at the passage she had been reading earlier. "Know Your Enemy," it read. Jewel sat there for a moment, trying to process it all. Then something caught her eye. She saw the author of the book's name: Sun Tzu. A chill ran down her spine. She knew exactly what it meant. And it explained why she had seen so many strange things recently. Sun Tzu was the author of The Art of War. He was the legendary military strategist who inspired the character played by Kenneth Branagh in the movie Mulan.

Charlie continued, “Number two! As a martial artist, you are very strong and tenacious, but you are also very soft and weak on the inside! This proves that you don’t have what it takes to be a martial artist! A warrior is a wolf who dares to fight and is not afraid to die, but in my eyes, you are nothing but a pitiful poodle beneath the tough physique and sharp wolf-like fangs!” Tears flowed down Nanako’s face upon hearing this. Yet, Charlie went on. “Number three! Warriors are soldiers who are not afraid to walk to their death! When they go to the battlefield, they are prepared to shed their blood and sacrifice their lives, but they never jeopardize their dignity! What about you? How dare y

Why would a warlord return to an unranked wolf's cold ledge? I ascended the winding stone staircase toward the eastern archives. The stronghold housed two distinct centers of knowledge: one was Draven's private tactical map room, an absolute zone of exclusion heavily protected by runic blood-locks; the secondary archive was an expansive, timber-lined vault where my wolf consumed research journals during the isolated winter watches. For three long winters, my intellect had devoured the latest Skyfang Rift Engineering metrics, refusing to let my unranked status decay. My senses mapped the perimeter flawlessly—my own claws had structured these shelves—and my hand isolated the specific runic pro

I recall what the maid said just now that Emerald didn’t want anything changed, since it would still end up in a male’s hands. What did she mean by that? I circle the desk and begin sifting through the papers. Transaction files. Property records. Dispute settlements. Nothing useful.nI open the drawers. There it is. A thick book. I flip it open. Hierarchies of the pack. Records of warriors from years past to date. Names. Tactics. Strengths. Abilities. My pulse spikes. This is it. This is how we find their weak points. I grab another book, a map archive. Detailed wolf territories. Boundaries. Patrol paths.

I also prayed earnestly that he didn’t forget me here. I spotted a bookshelf at the far end of the room and decided to look through it in hopes of finding something to read. The majority of the books were about werewolves and the pack’s history. There were also books about politics, war, and governance. I would have loved to pick up the book that contained information on all members of the Crescent Moon Pack, but I decided against it. It would seem like snooping. I finally settled on a book titled ‘The Art of War.’ Not that I was a fan of violence but I was curious to know why the author had referred to war as an art. It was such a controversial claim.

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I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.