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“Sir Warren, can you get me some cayenne powder? It’s time to make the punishment more interesting and agonizing; interesting for us, agonizing for them.” Raelynn requested politely, making sure to lower her voice. Only the three men could hear her; Raelynn made sure to keep her victims in the dark. It was a surprise for them for not cooperating with her. Although she was the Commander of the battalion, the two men beside Laurier was more capable and experienced than her. She respected them, without putting an air of arrogance in front of them.

After someone finally died, he felt something familiar and easily found the name of the array in his memories. He suddenly widened his eyes as he muttered, "The Phantom Array!" The Phantom Array was an array that could only be set up by warriors of first-grade worlds. Warriors of second-grade worlds did not have the ability. Yet, it appeared in the Whirling World, which proves that the Whirling World definitely had a close relationship with first-grade worlds. Those cities that remained or those ancient formations were all created by warriors from first-grade worlds. With that thought in mind, Fane's eyes lit up in excitement.

I grunt as I clock a warrior in his throat. “He threatened them with killing their families. We have to save as many as we can,” I yell out as I am wrestled to the ground by two warriors. These fuckers just keep coming. Suddenly, one of the idiots bites into my thigh and I look down to see he has shifted. They always underestimate my strength at first and are having to shift to take me on. Dumbasses. Kat pushes forward and pins him down in a second, snarling as she clamps down on his neck. It’s not fatal, but he will have to stop in order to focus healing or he will bleed out.

We stay like that for a good minute before he turns around to snarl at the trees. Between two oak trees, a pack of werecats yowls at us. Their bodies are entirely human except for the hair covering their skin and their faces of different cat species—some look like lions, while others resemble tigers or panthers. Their chests are bare, muscular, and hairy. But what they all have in common is the ready-to-kill expression. I brace myself, ready to summon flames. But unfortunately, they outnumber us. Victory seems hopeless, which is why I find it endearing that Blake appears unwilling to leave my side—he is standing so close I could touch him.

"Keep your filthy hands away from me!" Minahil backed away laughing at her. Arya's harsh breaths calmed down after a while. "I so much despise this Bentley!" She commented for the umpteenth time, it seemed. "I want to have a tiger as a puppy!" Minahil said as an answer. "A tiger?" "Yes, a tiger." Minahil nodded. "A freaking tiger?" Arya widened her eyes. Minahil rolled her eyes but did not reply. She kept on watching Bentley.

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

“Alpha Damien, Hunter has arrived.” It’s Sierra. What a great timing. And I meant that sarcastically. Hunter is famously known as the best warrior trainer in all of the United States. When I was on my three-day vacation I realized that Catherine needs to develop her warrior skills so she could fulfill her role as the Luna of Blood Moon Pack. Furthermore, I figured she’d be able to use it to defend herself effectively in case I wasn't there to protect her. That would prevent any more problems in the near future.

take control for the hunt he lead the warriors into the forest beyond the border of the pack after the cats. For me I was going after the first cat that tried to set a trap for us. One thing I knew about cat shifters was the fact that they are fast but arrogant and cocky. This would be easy and fun for me. I ran at full speed following the scent of the cat while feeling Maxim thru the bond he has with Reya. I followed the cat until his scent started to become really strong then I stopped and took in my surroundings looking for the trap he set for the wolves. I noticed on the ground there were large metal traps with teeth that would catch a wolf cutting into his leg and trapping him. The cat

"I'm sure to them we smell just as bad, if not worse." That was hard to believe. Reedriver found their scent offensive, but he dared not say it out loud. He followed the others to the island where he was greeted by a young looking dark black she-cat with piercing green eyes. "Who are you?" she demanded as she eyed him up like he was her prey. Reedriver only glared back, his claws unsheathing as he prepared himself for the worst. "My name is Reedriver," he snapped. "I am a RiverClan warrior." That didn't seem to deter her as she narrowed her eyes.

They did trust me upon the mention of that huge Green slant-eyed beast as Ryley himself saw it, but they narrowed their eyes when I mentioned a wild tall cat! After the Orc thingy, when I was walking that foolish mate of mine to her house, we were attacked by a 'Phantom wild cat'. It was larger than my own size with a big saucer like huge round dark red eyes that flickered. It was not your typical wild cat walking on four legs— but something that walked like a human, on two legs!!! I know that's unbelievable but awfully true. It was in fact of bright fluorescent green colour. Its claws were somewhat about four inches tall with dirty pointed dark red canines.