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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

“I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m supposed to do, right? All I know is that rejection won’t work. When the Dalgaard’s have figured out where we go from here, they’ll let me. Now, we’re leaving.” There’s no room for argument; I’m out of here! Fuck this place, and fuck Lillian Dalgaard. * * * “Again!” I yell whilst walking in and out of the rows of warriors. I have to make sure they know how to fight, making no mistakes. I don’t tolerate mistakes. I walk to the third row, smacking the arm of one young warrior. “Lift your arm. If you aim like that, all you’ll be doing is shooting the arrow to the sun.”

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.

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

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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.

And although they all worked together for the same goal, everyone had their own special sides and brought them into the colorful mosaic that depicted life like a precious little stone. Raen was also to have lessons on Ban Arnor, the book of warriors, which recorded all the rules and commandments of the warrior caste. And he was excited when they first went to the priests' study, which was above the Upper Sanctuary. There was a large cupboard there, with only a large gold disk on the otherwise plain doors. It split in half when Chodan opened the cupboard. The old priest bowed to a wooden box in which the book was stowed, and then carefully removed it. It was the largest book Raen had ever see

“You can drop the formalities.” Helion leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his white tank top. He’s one of the young ones–twenty-five–full of spite and fire. I was like him once. Ready to burn the world at the slightest inconvenience. That type of man is actually the kind of warrior I want in my ranks. They’re the hardest to break but the best in situations that require immediate action, when the body must separate from the rational mind. What kind of monster have I become?

"No, that's what the female dragons like to read. I don't have access to warrior books, as only Aaron and his majesty have the keys to the male library." "Hmm, So what are these three books about? Have you read them?" I asked, seeing the first novel was about a princess and a beast, the second book was about a poor lady that had only one wish to marry the wealthiest dragon, and the third one, how to seduce a male dragon.

She hadn't eaten much at dinner, too busy cataloging escape routes and weapons. "He also left these for you." Helen set a small stack of books on the nightstand. "He thought you might be bored." After she left, Raven examined the books. Sun Tzu's Art of War. A biography of some ancient Roman general. Military strategy guides. All about warfare, tactics, the psychology of combat. He was studying her. Learning what she was. She dressed in the clothes he'd provided - dark jeans that fit like they were made for her and a soft sweater. Everything was perfect. Everything was a reminder that he controlled even what touched her skin.