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When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library. “Is it wrong to read those books?” I asked. “No. It's never wrong to read, sister.” She cupped my cheeks softly. “But the power in reading is knowing which information you can weaponize and which one to ignore. The lies in books are just as much as the truth.” I nodded, already committing her words to memory. She sighed and drew closer to me. “Remember this, Eloise. No one out there is your friend. They're all enemies waiting to strike you the minute you let your guard down. Use every weapon at your disposal to destroy your enemies before they destroy you. Always make the first move.”

he replied with a smirk, “but then you wouldn’t learn to get up yourself.” Aunt Eliana thought we were “just sparring for fun.” If she knew Maddox was teaching me the ways of a Moon Claw warrior - combined with my growing elemental and fae magic - she might have forbidden it. Uncle Alpha Roman was working to change pack laws to allow women in warrior training. My other uncles - and my father - were outraged, but with Grandpa gone, they could no longer override him. Alpha Roman’s word was law now, and anyone daring to challenge it risked death. My father and his bully brothers knew better than to test him - Uncle Roman was simply too powerful to defeat.

The remaining abyssal demons became aggressive as the balance of power between the lands got disrupt. A single warrior walked through the road with number on his face. The other warriors muttered as that single warrior passed by. Suddenly, a warrior with a number on his arm confronted the lone warrior. "Hey boy! " The warrior spoke. But the lone warrior did not respond and continued his walk. "Don't ignore me you brat! " The warrior kicked the lone one. The lone warrior fell down to the ground as the confident warrior kicked his back. "You think ignoring me made you cooler? Your just a low rank warrior, I mean the weakest warrior in history! " The confident warrior then laugh as he continue

They were sneaky and I couldn't smell their scents, but Crimson, he could mind-link all the warriors and tell them how they could be killed. There! I saw him mere meters away, fighting a rogue wolf. The rogue getting the upper hand, or so I thought, I ran to go help Crimson and stopped when he leaped up and bounced his feet off the wall of the building, shifting mid-air, in the most fluid of ways and into the most captivating were-cat I had ever seen.

” The girl appeared nervous around me and gave me a tense smile as a greeting, which I returned because I didn’t know who the fuck Isaac was “Isaac is the head warrior, you must have seen him in your pack, he is this big, scary guy that is also a beta so it’s possible you must have mistaken him as the beta” She further clarified and my thoughts travelled back to the really scary dude that had scared the shit out of me that night. So he wasn’t the beta but the warrior head? Made perfect sense, but I was also confused.

This is it; this is what I love and breathe for- the baths of blood, cries of pain and horror. One by one, I take the cat's warriors out, slashing, slicing and ramming my axe into their weak, pathetic bodies. It feels like my smile will slice my face as with each drop of blood that lands on my skin and clothes, it grows wider. Atlas howls in happiness while As keeps laughing and begging me to give her more. The lady doesn't know when to stop; one of these days, she will end up with a real bad belly ache, but good thing she has me, and I know when to stop.

The tribal men joined too but Katana was faster and slashed through many necks, taking the toll to win the fight. One of the bandits came closer and attacked Katana with his incredible speed. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the bandit shifted into a cheetah and to my amusement, it was as big as a werewolf. A werecheetah? I had read about them in the books but never thought I would see one. He easily bashed Katana and threw her away.

Something I saw too much of, even before I spilled it with my own hands. The tapestry depicted a battle, wolves against cats. I thought I heard something where Black River was stolen from the werecats, and Blood Moon’s territories used to border the werecats until Black Moon stole land from them and claimed it as their own. With that kind of history, it wasn’t surprising that their descendants turned out to be as odious and entitled as they were. Ancient history, either way, and no way of telling what was actually true without being colored by hate and bias.

Our warriors bleed as chaos reigns. “Caelora!”I call voice roars, cutting through the turmoil. I manages to reach her, control the cats! I scream . With a furious roar, Caelora rises, eyes ablaze with resolve. She seizes control of the cats, rallying them once more. Together, they surge through the gates, breaching the west castle, a tide of fury and order reclaiming the battlefield. Varyn!” Caelorn’s voice cuts through the chaos. “Now!”

I ordered through the mind link, my voice a growl of sheer dominance. A collective growl echoed through my warriors as they prepared to attack. "Zyros, you know what you have to do," I told my wolf. My wolf let out a feral snarl of excitement, his hunger for blood matching mine. Lifting his massive head, he let out a deafening howl into the night sky—a signal that war had begun. And then, we attacked. The enemy warriors lunged forward, but they were nothing compared to us. My pack was stronger, faster, and trained to kill without hesitation. Zyros charged ahead, his claws digging into the ground as he leapt at the first wolf. The enemy barely had time to react before Zyros' massive jaw clamp