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It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

Every warrior was on high alert, their senses straining for any sign of the approaching enemy. The silence was shattered by the sound of war cries and the thundering of footsteps. The rogue werewolves descended upon the camp in a wave of fury and violence. The Gaia clan and their allies met them head-on, the clash of steel and the roar of battle filling the air. Amidst the chaos, Alex and Kai fought side by side, their movements synchronized and deadly. Seraphina and her warriors from the Crescent Claws Clan joined the fray, their ferocity a match for the rogue werewolves' savagery.

I slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The moment Kael noticed I was awake, he patted the warrior's shoulder and pointed toward the door. The warrior immediately understood and left the room. I watched him disappear before turning back to Kael. I honestly don't believe Kael is actually a bully. Nyra's voice echoed. ‘And why would he be?’ Can't you see it? That warrior is literally terrified of him. ‘But you're not’ I frowned. Maybe he doesn't want to prey on me.

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

' 'True… I think you’re going to be the main attraction today. It kicks off again. Daxton steps forward, strips all the way down, and walks to the arena before shifting. Liam strips by his chair and shifts too — his wolf is massive, dark brown. Daxton’s is a light grey. Both are big and strong, classic ranked warrior builds. They circle, then launch at each other at the same time.

He'd reached Catherine. I arrived to find them locked in combat—Dante's obsidian wolf against Catherine's brown wolf, both evenly matched. Our warriors had engaged Catherine's personal guard, keeping them from interfering. "Catherine!" I called out. "This doesn't have to end in death!" She broke off from Dante, shifting to human form. "You're right. It ends with your surrender." "Never." "Then we fight until one of us can't fight anymore." She shifted back to wolf form and charged.

He was standing behind me now, his voice was a whisper as his hot breath fanned my ear, “are you trying to Warrior Rochelle.” I shook my head, “no, sir, not at all.” Scarlett went ballistic in my head, “no, tell him we can if he wants us too, and I want us too.” I couldn’t stop the laugh that came out of my throat, “sir, no disrespect intended, but I’m only a warrior, you’re an Alpha and it doesn’t work like that now does it, plus she is your chosen mate.”

Aban was trying to calm Aliza who kept asking about Liam she was calling Liam loudly when Minahil said, "his cat, Pomy, was raped in front of him." "Oh my Lord," Aliza said loudly falling in Aban's voice who kept on throwing daggers at Minahil. "He is fine now, sweetheart," Minahil couldn't help but notice that Aban's tone was extremely soft while talking to his wife and he was holding her with extreme tenderness.

I'm not losing and if we do I am making sure it's not because of me. Axel and his team were already there as well as the whole damn party it felt like. Everyone was crowded around the battlegrounds to come watch us. Axel's team was composed of 5 strong shadow weavers. Kat is a general who's won countless battles alone. Kat is a tall and muscular woman with long brown hair and deep brown eyes. She's around Axel's age, but wise beyond her years.

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."