Novel & Cerita Warriors Brackenfur

Caelum’s entire body went still. Briar Maddox. The Hawthorne wolf, who had once expected to become Caelum’s Luna, now stood at the head of a group of Hawthorne warriors wearing the Interregnum’s black sigil. Her smile was sharp when she spotted him. “Well,” she called across the battlefield, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Look who came home.” Caelum’s expression hardened. “You chose this.” “You abandoned us first,” she snarled. The courtyard had become a battlefield. But now it was something else as well.

"Tell me everything you found out. “My prince, '' says one of the warriors. They are not very well organized. It's based on their large numbers. " "Do they have a leader?" Kellan asks as he approaches them. "Yes they have, it's a rogue named Brian Willis from what we can understand." says the warrior. "Brian Willis?" asks Michael and Morris at the same time. "How do we know that name?" Dominic asks, looking at them. "I know him," says Philip. "He was a warrior in Blood Moon Pack, and you know him too." "We do?" asks Dominic and Michael looking at him.

None of. Us could figure out how the guards let this happen, or how Erica had just vanished. We reached the eastern border in minutes. Warriors were on patrol. There, their shoulders squared and spears strapped to their backs. The forest wind blew around us, scattering birds from the trees as a distant wolf howled. The Warriors snapped to attention. The second they saw us, Alpha, one of them called out. Chris didn't even break his stride. Did anyone pass through here? He barked. The lead guard, a young warrior named Brenn, frowned. No, Alpha, nothing.

The pack warriors looked like they wanted to snap me in half just to see if I bled like them. Brock’s aura filled the yard like a stormcloud. “She is your Luna,” he growled. “Show her respect, or answer to me.” Silence. Not a single wolf dared speak. Still, I could feel their doubt pressing against me, heavier than any chain. Brock turned to me, his golden eyes burning. “You wanted strength. You’ll earn it here.” I swallowed hard, but nodded. I wasn’t going to back down. Not in front of them.

"Bonded or not to another Alpha." A murmur rippled. That was the problem. Bonded, yet my mate is not here and he cannot stay here. I lifted my hand, silencing them. The gesture still felt strange, command without violence. Power without fear even in a pack like ours which was once called savages. "We have scouts reporting movement near the eastern ravine," I said. "Not an attack. A test of strength in our pack. The old packs are watching us." One of the warriors, Brann, broad-shouldered, former Malgori loyalist, stepped forward. He did not bow to me.

From the shadows, the chosen opponent stepped forward. It was not a stranger. It was Elder Marros, the Wolf of Ashen Fang, scarred by decades of battle, his fur streaked with gray though his body remained unbroken. He was not merely an Elder of counsel but one of the last who had bled in the wars of the old tribes, and when he shifted into his wolf form, massive and thick with power, the Pack drew in a collective breath of awe and terror. His muzzle bore the mark of fire, his left eye clouded but unblinking, and his growl vibrated through the soil beneath Fenric’s feet.

It took me by surprise as I hadn't expected such a reaction from them. Hunter then took center stage and began his announcement. "My fellow warriors," he started, "we have been through a difficult time. We have faced challenges that have tested our strength and resilience. But despite all that, we have emerged victorious. And today, I want to recognize our Luna for her unwavering support and leadership during these difficult times."

I tell him and he nods his head, following us. “Mind telling me who this giant is?” Kendra asks through the link and I look back, seeing him smirk. “Fenrir.” I tell her, waiting for her to freak out and all she does is giggle. Yeah, she is freaking out. “As in, Aura’s brother? The wolf of hell?” she asks and I chuckle at her. As we reach the packhouse, I receive a mind link from another warrior. “ROGUES AT THE NORTHERN BORDER.”

Seeing stern yellow hawk eyes pass by my face I snorted at him while the remaining Frost Warriors grew more frightened. Lark passed by me again but this time his long fingers traced underneath my chin as he passed causing me to close my eyes and hum in satisfaction. “ENOUGH!” A deep voice bellowed, startling me. Turning my head to the stern voice, my eyes widened as I saw the large, white-haired man stepping out from the trees. The remaining warriors lowered their heads while I stood straighter. “Frost, your highness, we weren't expecting you,” the biggest warrior stammered.

Not yet. The warriors shifted uneasily but began backing away from the border. One figure stepped forward from their line. A broad-shouldered wolf with silver streaking his dark hair. Commander Jared. He crossed the line of warriors but stopped a few feet from Decker. “Alpha,” he said quietly. Decker met his gaze. “Commander.” Jared’s eyes moved briefly toward the Edgewater Falls warriors behind Decker. “And the enemy?” Decker’s voice remained calm. “They are not the enemy tonight.”