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“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

“How to build leverage. Read people. Find cracks in their masks.” He studied her for a long moment. Then he stood and walked to a nearby bookshelf, pulling down a thin, worn book. He handed it to her. “The Art of War.” “Elara,” he said, voice calm, “there are rules to this kind of war. And the first is understanding that most battles are won before they’re ever fought.” She took the book, her fingers tracing the faded cover. “Then I better start reading.” That night, as she sat curled up in the corner of her new room, flipping through chapters of Sun Tzu, she didn’t feel like a victim anymore.

Blessed Werewolves, well, at least he made himself useful in one way. I skimmed through the pages, and I think this book is just what I’m looking for. It probably won’t tell me exactly what my mark means, but it might give me some clues. I glanced at the clock. I’m running out of time. I only have an hour before warrior training, and now I need a cold shower. I calmed myself down and checked the book out. I’ll have time to look through it tonight. Thank the goddess my next class is warrior training. I need to burn off some energy.

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.

But on the lower shelf, pushed toward the back like something filed away rather than stored, I found it. No title on the spine. I pulled it free and opened the cover. “ A Complete Record of the Human Management System as Established by the Wolf Council in the Third Year Following the Great War’s Cessation,” I read out loud to myself. Great War. The same war, Mye had mentioned. I carried the book to the chair by the dead fireplace and sat down. The first section was bureaucratic—council minutes, resource allocations, the dry language of people building something terrible and calling it policy. I moved through it quickly, scanning for substance.

Ryder said as he kissed her. "I love you too, my king." This is the end of book one. Please continue reading for Book 2 titled Jessi: The First Female Warrior. Thanks for reading!

~ BRIAN ~ For some reason, Lyric had been extremely worried about this war. Of course, she had to be worried, but it felt like she was worrying way too much. As though there was something she knew that she wasn't telling me. "Here's the file for the warriors." Jordan pulled me out of my train of thoughts, dumping a textbooklike file in front of me. "Oh, okay, thank you." I said and opened the first page, reading through the profile and strength of the Warriors.

That fucker using his rank against me. I wanted to stay with my team and he wasn’t going to let me. I want to make sure they are all ok, and he knows it. Rey bit down hard on the flank of the wolf in front of us, biting hard enough to break the flesh open, pulling hard to leave a gaping wound. Yeah, Rey was not happy…… These warriors were holding us back from what we needed to do. They were working for that psychopathic Alpha and, for all I knew, have the same evil and depraved views that he did.

* Alpha Archer * I could feel the slight tremble of my land beneath the march of the Southern warriors invading. Even before I saw them crest the ridge, I smelled the scent of their blood, the iron, sweat, and the musk of wolves bred for war, not honor. Alpha Douglas's banner split the horizon like a wound, black and crimson snapping in the wind, his warriors flooding the valley as if they meant to drown the West in numbers alone. But I never felt afraid; I am ready to take them on!

Gabel spoke ”It seems we had a traitor all along… our enemy has been bought to us" My eyes widened at the title Alpha that Gabel spoke and the hairs on the back of my neck shot up, my eyes went to one of the men who came up next to Gabel and it was Layton... Layton! My heart dropped through my body and into the ground, my breathing hitched as I took in the man before me who had looked at Zara and frowned, then looked to me, he eyed me up and down, trying to figure out who this warrior was that was wearing their armor. “That woman is Zara Maven” his voice boomed deep through his lungs his strong aura radiated around him. His big chest rising and falling with each deep angry breath he took “wh