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one of the nameless warriors told us. “ Not a problem.” Clayton said, handing them our driver’s licenses before continuing. “ I am Alpha Clayton Winters and this is my Beta Nova Winfred we are from the Ash Wood pack. We are here to get our pack registered with the council.” The two warriors gave me an odd look before the second warrior asked, “She’s your Beta? Doesn’t seem like a proper job for a pretty little thing like her if you ask me.” I looked at him with a glare before saying, “ First of all a he has a name and it’s Nova not pretty little thing.Secondly I can assure you my vagina has never gotten in the way of me doing my job. Thirdly no one asked for your opinion.”

Warriors moved through the village, grabbing, restraining, controlling. Villagers were dragged together—men, women, elders, children—all forced into a single space, bound and guarded. Some were confused, others begging and crying… One of the warriors stepped toward the Prince. “What about the rest?” The prince didn’t look at him. “Leave them.” A pause. Then— “So they can tell the story.” The warrior nodded and walked off. When it was over— The silence returned, the air heavy now. Bodies lay scattered across the outer grounds.

I don't know the warriors like he does. "Let's ask Jose. He's been here for a while, and I believe we can trust him. I'll mindlink him to come here so we can talk to him." I nod and look at the list. I tear it apart, giving Jock three names, Trevor three names, and Wyatt and me four names. Looking up, I see a warrior walking toward us. He's almost as big as Wyatt, with a buzzed haircut. He stops next to our table and looks at Wyatt.

Warriors coordinated supplies and positions without raising their voices. Messages passed quietly from one person to another. Defensive spots were taken with calm efficiency. Supplies were stacked in neat rows. It was nothing like the chaos I grew up with in my father’s pack, where fear made everyone loud and clumsy, everyone shoving and snapping at each other. Here, the trust in Riven ran so deep that even under threat they functioned like one body.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

Right then, there was a lot for him to mull over. With Bertram's death, Rhychard would have thought that most of his problems would have been settled, but it seemed they were only magnified. Aradhon was still loose and very much a mystery, more people knew Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way than he was comfortable with, Buttercup was a growing witch and again without a job, and Renny needed to be announced as alive again. Why can't I ever have normal problems, like all the parking spots are taken at the mall? He sighed as he lifted an ancient desk chair and headed for the truck. He couldn't remember the last time he had a normal problem to tackle. He needed normal again, but as long as he hel

"Long ago, and miles away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out day after day and saved her subjects in battle after battle. But every night, when the fighting was done, she was alone. Until one day, a peasant boy came looking to join her army. Lonely and angry and fierce as she. For the first time, she found that when she strode out onto the field to save others, there was someone at her side...who had come to save her." Chapter 1 RPOV Song: Past Lives by BORNS, That Sea The Gambler by Gregory Alan Is