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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.

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

His touch is rough, it causes me to shriek in trepidation. As a princess of Elanor, I have always been shielded by others. I have never needed to use my wolf to fight. Warriors have fought on my behalf, and my own hands have remained untainted by violence. My wolf, a primal ferocity has stayed dormant, never once drawing blood. But today, something within me shifts. The years of restraint breaks and for the first time, I bare my claws. They are sharp and deadly. I slash at the gamma, rending through his armour as if it were made of parchment. The warrior staggers back, a look of shock and pain etches across his face as blood seeps from the fresh wounds.

show them what to expect. He gathered his warriors to make a circle around me so I could show them all how I was going to fight the cats. He explained to them what I told him but didn’t tell them I am a dragon. That was probably for the best for now and I was grateful. You never who could be a traitor within the pack. I already had my doubts about beta Ray and his loyalty to my mate. I didn’t want them to fear me. Selwyn walked over to me in the circle and kissed me and said,” Show us what you got my Rain.” I nodded my head and waited for him to back away from me. Electricity danced in sparks up my fingers and my eyes turned an electric shade of blue as I called the earth’s natural currents

"When are you going to wake up?" He didn't respond. He couldn't, of course. In the corner, I saw a shelf of books that had both recent and vintage leather-bound novels. I looked over the spines till I saw "The Warrior and the Wolf." Fascinating. Startled at the underlined sections, I pulled it down. The book has been loved on, as seen by the notes in the margins. There were some thoughtful notes. A little snarky. As I read them, I laughed. I certainly did not anticipate a vicious Alpha to act in this manner.

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

Leno said pointedly. I fold my arms in front of me. “Anything else, Beta Leeeeeno,” I said, scoffing while dragging his name. He stepped forward, standing in front of me. “You know you are lucky it was me and not my mate,” he said, grinning menacingly. I visibly shudder. I am not a warrior. I barely went through the training to shift our first time. But Nora came from another pack. She is scary in combat. I gulped and nodded. “Good, you do have a guard outside. Just ask him what you need, and we will get it,” he said while he walked away, his back to me, waving his hand.

Kai praised, turning to me and giving me a devilish grin. Hey enemy," Kai greeted, waving a bit at me. "What are you doing here?" I asked, frowning. "Aww, they had a little encounter together," Xylah mumbled, her eyes on me. "Yes we did, in a heated moment, I would like to say that he is really dominant in bed," I said, as she frowned. "You piece of shit," she yelled, raising her hands which signal two wolves at me. In a flash my claw killed both of them, pushing the dead corpse to them.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

His hands were bloody from the bear he helped to hunt, but the adrenaline was still pumping in his veins, fierce believers of an invisible enemy. The only threat to the country nowadays was the occasional ice bear and packs of giant wolves that plagued the villages closer to the mountains. No war, no battles. Alarick spent the last seven years making himself known as the scariest warlord to ever been born, and it paid in respect and fear from his enemies. He didn’t need to be here to kill these animals. His soldiers could very much deal with it. He came just for fun. Besides, he knew people liked seeing him around. It gave them the feeling of protection that he was very much glad to provide.