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annoying. I was actually looking forward to my afternoon as Arthur my old boss from the Gallery had called me yesterday asking if I could fill in for one of the girls, luckily I had the day free so I agreed and I was looking forward to being back in the gallery again. I got in my uniform and headed there, giving the usual nods and ”hello’s” to passers by that I knew, the good thing about being a patrol warrior was that you got to know more people in the pack and I got to know how many wolf’s had chosen humans as their mates, I always knew we had some humans living amongst us but turns out there is more than I expected, and so far the ones I had met had been nothing but grateful for the prote

And I understood because that was exactly how I had felt when the young warrior’s mother had begged me to bring her son back. “I just don’t understand why vampires out of nowhere?” Luna Shae murmured. She was Archer’s mate and, from what I know, she too came from a warrior clan from China. They met when Archer went to train. There was nothing insanely attractive about her, but there was still something that would have you intrigued in no time. She had a tiny frame with gorgeous dark silk-like hair way below her slender waist. There was that steely warrior-like glint in her eyes just like Ivy. Maybe all warriors have that in common.

Dodging he extended his wings as his smile turned into a frown. "You really are going to be defiant to the very end aren't you?" He asked snapping his fingers. The two dark warriors that had arrived with Rathial began to advance on Elaina. Moving she flipped over the first one and wrapped an arm around his throat. Growling she began squeezing. The warrior easily grabbed hold of her wrist and began to twist causing pain to shoot up Elaina's arm. Yelping she let go losing her balance just as the other warrior snuck up behind her knocking her out.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

The warriors in silver armor were relieved when they noticed Fane standing still, not making a move on them and staring at them silently. The main reason was that Fane had displayed how powerful it was and the two of them were frightened of him. At this moment, Warren yelled angrily at the two warriors, "Hurry up and find me some pills! Are you two blind?!" Warren squeezed these words through his teeth. Warren was already in so much pain and was about to faint. His roar caused both warriors in silver armor to tremble before they finally realized that their young city master could not take out the pills he needed.

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

Although this growl wasn't scary in the least bit, in fact, it was comical. It doesn't take long before his warrior comes into view, carrying a very small and very angry Omega. The little thing is beyond feisty as he squirms in his warrior's arms, growling and trying to reach his head around to bite him. Harris struggles not to laugh at the little guy when he manages to get a hand free and swats his hand at the warrior, but he quickly catches his hand.

I don’t miss as Kyria’s face pales and a small wave of fear comes off of her at the mention of the two Beta warriors of their Pride, however, I will have to address that a little later as I ask my next question. “Why the need for dominant female warriors? From my understanding, all female WereCats are extremely good fighters no matter what their rank.”

Quinn said, cursing. Quinn was our councill demon, he was millenniums old and there wasn’t much he couldn’t do. I shot my gaze at Fiona, the council witch, her eyes were white and she was shaking. I dashed to her and held her, she was freezing. After a few seconds she went limp in my arms. She was still alive but barely. “Isaac, immediately order ALL Warriors home, by my orders!” This motherfucker dared to come into MY HOUSE, MY HOUSE and pull this? My own warrior, going against, ME?! Against his brothers, against the council?!