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one of the nameless warriors told us. “ Not a problem.” Clayton said, handing them our driver’s licenses before continuing. “ I am Alpha Clayton Winters and this is my Beta Nova Winfred we are from the Ash Wood pack. We are here to get our pack registered with the council.” The two warriors gave me an odd look before the second warrior asked, “She’s your Beta? Doesn’t seem like a proper job for a pretty little thing like her if you ask me.” I looked at him with a glare before saying, “ First of all a he has a name and it’s Nova not pretty little thing.Secondly I can assure you my vagina has never gotten in the way of me doing my job. Thirdly no one asked for your opinion.”

Cat o’ nine tails are used as a punishment for disobeying an order or discipline, these maggots don’t know a thing. “Why the cat?” I fearlessly asked. “Because we have one,” one of them replied. “Mindless creatures,” I muttered. They held me up and pour the bucket of water on me. The water is not just any water but – “Salt,” said one of them. “It goes well with the cat,” he sheepishly said and get the cat. “Get another bucket of saltwater, we need more.” The other werewolf nodded and left the cell with the bucket.

The warriors of the smaller clans were also preparing in their own homes, and no one hesitated on the thought of raising their swords against the Royal Ark clan. The streak of pride and stubbornness of a werewolf forbids them from obediently swallowing the foul breath of air that is being forcefully sent their way. It is only the early hours of the morning, but the warriors of the werewolf clans vying to fight with the Royal Ark clan are all ready to go, but they crowded and spent their time with their families and friends that could not take part in the attack. Most of them are the old, sick, and children.

Jin added. "Hmmmn ... I think it will only take 40,000." Jay Cohen answered. Catrina and Elroi were suddenly nervous. "Oh my! ? We have nothing against demons, they are too many." Elroi worried. "Hehe, you're wrong ... War doesn't always depend on quantity. Sometimes it depends on how united each team is. The more united the group is, the greater the chance of winning." Jin said. "Jay, can you gather all the wolf clan warriors, vampire families, as well as the ninjas?" Jin said.

Nobles hid behind fans, only their eyes betraying their fascination. And then, as suddenly as it began, it ended. Adrian stood, in his new form. Every sense amplified, every instinct screaming predator. The hall seemed to inhale collectively. He rose finally, knees trembling, claws scraping against stone, a predator born. The Celestial Tear poured moonlight over him, bathing him in almost unreal radiance. His howl cut through the hall, sharp and pure, echoing like a bell of doom. The cage trembled with his breaths. They were deep, heavy and animalistic. His fur was grey tipped with black. His eyes glowed bright, unnatural violet like Rudieloff's. His frame was massive, larger than many wolve

"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.

He said. I crossed my heart. " I promise." We both chuckled. Then pouted. "Daad...." I drawled. " You seriously have to tell Derek and the rest of them to stop calling me bush baby. I'm not a busy baby." I whined and watched from the corner of my eyes, seeing them widen their eyes. " Who has been calling my warrior princess bush baby?" He growled. I chuckled silently. " Um, we aren't calling her bushbaby....." Jace cut Greg off.

The battlefield, which had been silent just moments before, now trembled with the weight of an impending war. "Now," Cora whispered under her breath, the words full of promise and bloodlust. "Let it begin." The battlefield was a war-torn symphony of chaos and bloodshed. The clash of swords, the roar of battle cries, and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the air as the three clans engaged in a merciless struggle. It was clear—Cora’s clan was out for dominance, and they were pitted against the combined forces of Norwan’s and Natalie’s clans. The odds were staggering, but it wasn’t just about numbers—it was about strategy. And in this moment, Cora’s clan seemed to have

He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline. This subculture of Supernaturals was as diverse as it was majestic, boasting a lineage that included weretigers, werelions, wereleopards, werecheetahs, and even some domesticated cats. Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios.