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Through his mindlink, he felt the warriors assigned to him, as they all started changing to their ultimate fighting forms. And though he was no warrior, he was a very impressive tactician. Plus, his speed and agility made him a very hard target to hit. Meanwhile, his beloved mate was a wonderful soldier, always obediently following orders. Of course, they would always change roles in the bedroom… R, we’re going in! OK, but we’re already inside, hubby cat! Leave some for us, wifey! That’s an order, hahaha! Ha ha ha! It’s twenty to one by my count! You’ll get plenty to play with, for sure hubby!

I used to get a few updates about him from Ren and Rachel, but even they didn't hear much from him, except that he got a new Beta now. I kept myself occupied with the new trainer. While Madison was mean and relentless, Zoey was friendly but far more brutal. With platinum blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, she belonged to the White Warrior clan, a clan that doesn't have the mate concept. Their bloodline was notorious for the ruthless killers they were, not belonging to a pack or territory. Their wolves were as big as any Alpha's wolf.

To switch places with me. But when I stand before the King and express my concern, the response I get from him shocks the life out of me. ******* Caterina's POV I may have grabbed the commander's attention during the physical tests due to my small stature, but luckily for me, we don't have enough time. The commander, who happens to be my mate (or should I say ex mate) is more focused on getting his wolves in order and being ready for when the enemy attacks as opposed to remembering when he ever admitted such a tiny looking boy into his army.

LAUREN'S POV “Fine, Lauren, you win!” The teen warrior who was older than me cried, “Seriously, why are you so strong? You are only 7!” “No. You are too weak. A good warrior in my father’s pack should be as strong as I am.” I knew what I said was not exactly true. He was full of potential and expected to be the strongest warrior in the future. It was a serious battle which is normal among wolves. “Another victory isn’t it, my little cupcake? Congratulations!”

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion.

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.

So, for six months they have been plotting and waiting but we still didn’t know when to expect the attack. All the new warriors and Alphas were asked to keep hidden away from the boarders so the rogues couldn’t catch on to the help we had enlisted. We already had three Alphas staying with us and they had each bought 100- 150 warriors. Two of the Alphas were seething for blood from the Maven family for the issues and problems they had inflicted on each of the packs while they had been living there and all the other Alphas from seven different packs had sent us over 100 rogues each. They didn’t have a personal vendetta against the family but when they heard news of their treachery and deceit a

he said. Our weapons clashed once more. I wasn't in that war, but the stories were loud enough to hear and very description. A warrior who had his face covered, led the war that pushed the rogues out of the kingdom. Every step was similar to Cassien. Or so I thought. “If you do, I can be lenient,” he said, making me frown. “What do you mean?” He didn't give me an answer but became much more aggressive. I matched it as much as I could, with as much precision that could keep me unscratched for a while.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.