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He stood as we entered. “Damien,” Jake said. “We want to offer warriors to help with the battle.” “And I will stay to assist,” Dad said. “I can also help with my brother. I’m sure he hasn’t made things easy on you.” I knew he hadn’t, but Damien was more diplomatic. “That’s kind, thank you.” To Jake, he said, “I would never turn away help. If Crow is a reflection of their typical warrior, then we have a hard fought battle ahead of us.”

Kate replied and continued to watch the bird in curiosity, unaware of the paw steps that were approaching them. Oli's ears twitched and his whiskers quivered before he stood up, his fur standing on end. "So you are the two foxes that Alex and Weaver keep talking about." An elderly voice said, startling Kate as she quickly stood in front of her brother but wavered as she watched the face of an elderly fox emerge from the shadows. The sparrow landed next to the fox whose fur was a light red with its muzzle covered in gray and white.

Demenicus whistled and from behind the large pillars, sculptures, statues and standing armors, several Skull pack werewolves came out with sharp pickaxes and hatchets. The whole hall panicked at the sight of the scary Skull pack scavengers, with their horrid looking tattoos. Kate quickly attempted to run outside and call for back up, but as she ran out, all the guards were dead. She looked around but there was no one around to help. As she was still looking, one of the skull pack scavengers (as they were often called) named Vulture, dragged her by the hair. She cried out in pain as his sharp claws dug into her soft scalp. She could feel the hot blood oozing out, the sting of his claws in her

Bianca woke up as a Queen and no wild flying bird objected to her reign. As the crows soared through the moonlit sky, their numbers began to multiply. One by one, more joined the flock, their glossy black feathers glistening in the pale light. The flapping of their wings echoed in the stillness of the night as they came together, united by their shared mission. With each passing moment, the flock grew larger, like an unstoppable force gathering strength. The crows cawed with determination, their voices echoing through the dense forest. They flew through the trees, their wings beating in perfect harmony, their beady eyes focused on the goal ahead.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

he laughed. Just before the bridge, Damien held up,his arm to stop. Damien was a 'Dead I' and could see with great detail at distances over a mile away. Pointing at Makai and then to the ground, indicating him to stay there. Makai nodded. Damien slipped away into the dense foliage, looking more like a dark whisp, rather than a wolf. After he couldn't see him anymore, Makai crouched low, trying to attack if needed. Damien flew out of the trees at the back of whoever was standing in front of Ni-Ko, tackled him to the ground. Once he saw the attacker, Ni-Ko dropped to his knees, doubling over with laughter. Makai ran over quickly, and had the same reaction!

“Your ceremony is in three days. You will accept Thomas Crane’s claim. You will bind yourself to the strongest wolf in the northern territories. And maybe, just maybe, you will give this pack the strong leadership it deserves.” Thomas Crane. Just thinking his name made my stomach turn. He was forty years older than me, cruel, and had buried two mates already. But he was powerful. His pack controlled the eastern mountains. The alliance would make my father unstoppable. I did not get a choice. “Yes, Alpha.” I used his title. Not father. Never father when he looked at me like this. Like I was a disappointment. A tool. A means to an end. “Again.” He nodded to Beta Richards. “And this time, if sh

a churlish Warrior named Campbell asks. The other Warriors glance sideways at him, the looks on their faces matching mine. We do not question a direct order from our alpha. Beast immediately comes to the forefront but Marinah responds before I do. She's dressed in her Warrior gear that allows for a quick shift to Beast. With her heightened human strength, she doesn't bother. She picks Campbell up by his throat, tossing him over the hellhounds and into the cage.

But the wolf just leaped across his head and hurled himself into those armed warriors behind him-they were running and escaping like a herd of frightened sheep. It took 10 seconds or just the blink of an eye. The wolf caught all those escaping warriors and pulled their heads off their necks. He left their dead bodies there to be covered by the sand. And then, he walked back to his young brother and ordered him, “STAND UP.” He asked that because he wanted a fair fight. Cory was too scared to even feel his legs, but he remembered he symbolized the face and the dignity of his kingdom. He bit his teeth, crawled up from the sand, and then turned around to look at the wolf. The blood of those warr

“Usually only members of the royal family are lions or lionesses. Typically we would think the oldest lioness would be the king's mother, but she is deceased, so the title would fall to his oldest sister, the one he called Minette, but she also died. His younger sisters died even before that, so we are at a loss as to who he is referring to. His wife perhaps, though it seems unlikely Catherine would come to Scotia. The lioness might be a cousin, but that would be a first that he had extended it so far. His daughter is still young. We really don’t know. We will see who it is when she arrives with the murder of crows.” “I’m guessing that is a group of something other than the birds.” “His elit