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KELLEN Like a pack of silent thieves, we filed out of the barracks one by one, Jasper leading the way. He had brought six warriors with him that had all drawn a white X on their leather vests so we knew who was a friend and not foe. Creeping through the arena and towards the Palace swiftly and quietly. *My King* Rogue handed me my sword, the one the old lady had gifted me *I kept it safe* he smiled. “You are with me Rogue,” I nodded thanks to him,

"Ah, yes. The legendary Fire King's elite warrior." "It isn't a myth!" Kain became enraged.The warriors around the chief jabbed their pikes at him warningly. It wasn't like it would hurt him, but these people needed to know he wasn't just any ordinary warrior, but a predator, so he pretended to be scared and bowed his head slightly. "Whatever you believe, young hunter. But you don't look like a night dweller. Indifference, you're more ordinary alchemist than your people are associated with being." Such insolence. Such a shame. He thought.

~~~ ~Callum's POV~ I lay in my bed, and heavy pants fell from my lips. The work of training the warriors for battle has made me an exhausted man. The warriors we had available were trained harder than every other warrior we've had in the history of the Moon Crescent pack. —there, we have to pay for losing good men in battle. I continued laying on the bed, about to drift off into a beautiful sleep w, when the door to my bedroom cracked open, and the woman who had made herself known to me, and a sigh left my lips.

They are even said to be as cold as their climate with respect to the way they treated others outside of their clan. The reason he chose alignment with their pack and accepted their ‘most formidable’ warrior to be his new commander in chief is because of how the change in climate had made them better warriors. This also concerned him a bit. What if their plan all along was to infiltrate their army, discover their weak point, use Cole as their inside enemy and attack from within?

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

I peered down from the bed where I sat crossing my legs and then my eyes wandered to squint at the witch, who clapped away the dust from her hands. “Where did you get these?” I asked as I leapt down to the floor. I shuffled through the volumes to find out that they were just what I loved to read― History, fantasy, mystery and um… oh well, “Trilogy of an Alpha’s demeanor?” I laughed out as I thumbed the wordings on the navy blue cover, which had golden engraving at the corners. I opened the book to its first page to find the preface inscribed with tiny times new roman font. Fortunately, the whole of the book was just the same and it was the type I loved to read if only it did not just talk ab

he waved dismissively at her, wishing the barista would hurry up and get his coffees to him and sincerely regretting ordering his PA one since it was delaying his return to the office. “Narnurs,” the woman shoved the book in his face, “the latest release from Perris Brooks. You’re Narnurs, right? You are on the cover of the book?” Realization hit him almost as soon as the dread did when he took the book from her hand and looked at the cover. His fingers clenched tight around the hard binding.

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.”

Within minutes, a towering stack of fifteen thick volumes sat before us. I stared at them, my eyes wide. “This is going to take me forever to read.” Tobi chuckled and handed me one. “We’ll skim what we can.” The leather cover was worn, the title etched in faded gold: Aruyios – The Legend and the Lore. Inside were maps, illustrations of pack crests, depictions of ceremonies, and a full-page sketch of a massive stone palace. “Is this where your family lives?” I asked, tilting the book toward him.

Its cover bore a sigil she recognized from his ring a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s head. She nodded obediently, but curiosity clawed at her like an itch under the skin. When he left the room, she stared at the red book until the shadows grew long. Then, unable to resist, she touched the cover. The leather pulsed beneath her fingers alive. The latch came undone with a soft click. Inside, the pages were filled with hand-drawn diagrams of moons, human anatomy, and wolves mid-shift bones cracking, bodies half-transformed. Beneath one sketch was a name scrawled in ink: