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What… what was happening? Before I could ask, another warrior approached carrying a black cloak. Unlike mine… this one bore the silver crescent emblem of Silver Moon Pack stitched across the shoulder. The head warrior gestured, and the warriors immediately released me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the ground. The head warrior tossed the cloak toward me. "Wear it." I stared at him in confusion. "You have one hour." His voice was cold. "Leave Silver Moon territory before then. If you're found here after that..."

Dad rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting." A slow smile spread across his face. "With your father coming here, maybe he can help Darius develop some new strategies." Elena nodded. "That could work." She leaned back against me comfortably. "Our pack doesn't just have one warrior division. We have Warrior Group A, Warrior Group B, and Warrior Group C." Dad immediately looked interested. "Explain." "Group C is our beginner level. Group B is intermediate. Group A..." she smiled proudly, "...those warriors are terrifying."

No time to waste, we need to get over to my Pack fast. “Mari, what’s the hurry? And what was that back there? You’re only provoking them. They won’t aid us at all” Winter raises as we race down the stairs and outside the building to see my Chimera scaring the warriors to death with her indignant snarls. “What’s the need to count on them when we’ve got something worth a million Bears and Wild cats?”

The sharpness of the jagged, diagonal lines gave the mech the impression that it was a war god descended from the heavens. "Hm, though it looks good, I'm not sure if Vincent will like it. He has a very discerning taste." To be safe, Ves spent an entire day wracking his brain for alternate design patterns. He slept, ate and showered at the room's basic living facilities but spent the rest of his time crunching his brain. Lucky got so bored that Ves activated the guide program to release a projected ball that flew around erratically for his cat to chase around. His hard work allowed him to come up with a few viable looking designs. He made a white lightning bolt pattern to evoke a lightning go

Riley muttered, folding her arms. Suddenly, Armani stepped forward. “Today, my brothers and I will be sending some Wild Cats on a mission,” he announced. Riley’s eyes lit up as she listened closely. “This mission isn’t particularly difficult,” Armani continued. “So the Wild Cats selected will be those ranked from the bottom—numbers one hundred to ninety.” Riley smiled. “I’m ranked one hundred,” she said a little too loudly. “So I’ll be going.” The hall went silent. Everyone turned to stare at her—most of them glaring, confused by her obvious excitement.

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

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 nodded, “so what is with the elite warriors, what makes you so special?” Stanley chuckled, “yea, what makes you so special, Oscar?” Oscar slammed Stanley up against the wall before I could blink and they both laughed, “that.” I nodded, “nice visual, want to slow that down so even I can see it, that was lightning fast.” Oscar waved his hand nonchalantly, “Alpha is twice as fast, given the correct motivation,” they both looked at me then at one another shrugging.

Me, Liam and Oliver We went to the same kinder garden, and same school and college, we have been together for a long time and our bond is not something others can break just like that. Alpha Liam and his pack are good with fighting, Alpha Oliver and his werecat pack are good with strategies. I look after the ruling and handling the council. And when we are at war both of their packs play a major role, Werecats plan the war strategy and my pack warriors and black panthers fight the war. All our three packs have a perfect harmony existing together as each other’s supporting system and backbones.

Obviously, only two could compete there. The Beta category could have up to four competitors since some packs were larger and actually had two betas who might have mates. There were four names there: Apollo, Vienna, Dante, and Chris. That had the boys smirking at each other. They seemed fine with that. The Gamma/Delta category could have four competitors as well. This included Dustin, Tanya, Gabriel, and Ansley. The Warrior category had a maximum of forty competitors. Then there was the age group 5–12 with a maximum of ten competitors.