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Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

Vee dropped one of her swords. Killian couldn’t wait any longer. He let go of the rope and launched himself towards the ground. As he fell, he shifted, the power rippled up his spine. He landed hard on all four and took off at a sprint just as Vee fell to her knees. The Werecat landed a hard blow to Vee’s head and she collapsed. The cat had its jaws just inches from Vee’s throat when Killian tackled the beast and they went rolling sideways. They were maw to maw as the warriors started raining down above them. The Shifters started to fall back as the warriors began cutting them down in huge swatches.

I asked, a brow raised as I waited for his response. It didn't come, so I proceeded. “To fit them where it would best benefit not just the team to which they support but themselves. If he walks into a war-zone, with no right equipment in hand, in only just a few minutes he would be dead, stomped upon by the horses and the raging feet of not just the enemy packs but his comrades as well,” I told him. As wolves, some say we don't need weapons. Our claws are more than enough, but our wolves get tired. It restricts us, but with the right weapons, with the right weapon that matches with our strengths, we can be victorious.

Maybe an Alpha from a traveling pack. “You look thirsty”, I purred, leaning over the table so the lace of my bodice did the talking. He looked up and his eyes were a piercing, icy, blue unusual for our kind. Most wolves had Amber or gold. These eyes were cold enough to freeze my blood, but the way he trailed them down my body was scorching hot. “I am”, he said, his voice in a low gravelly rumble. “But not for what’s in the glass.” “Good” I whispered, sliding into the booth beside him. I didn’t wait. “Because the bar was closing its tab but I’m just getting started”

"Thank you, your highness for the permission. I want to say to all of the colleagues here that I am only here due to the emporer's orders. I have nothing more than the utmost respect for her highness and how beautiful and refreshing the open air is here." "It would be nice if you stopped breathing it in. I would like to see your head on a spike after what you did to our Lion of Jungpi. She's trying to end wars and you're out here trying to start them. I don't like Wei as they smell the same as you Caiwong, but at least they see us as people and let us share the same beer and the same table." One of the warlords spit in his direction.

I was always amazed by the size of Mason’s were-form, a large and powerful light yellow with darker brown spots panther. A fury of teeth and claws accompanied by growls and hisses filled the stadium air as the two werecats fought. The bloodiest battle there had been all day. I held my breath until finally, Mason’s cat had the warrior pinned on the ground. With his claws sunk deep into his side and the warrior lay still in a position of submission. The whistle blew indicating the match had ended. I ran up to him, grabbing a towel as I did and assessing his injuries. “Shit are you ok?” I asked while my hand automatically came up placing the towel over the bleeding claw marks left behind on his

“Interesting, like us, but not like us. Are there any werecat colonies or prides in North America?” “Not to my knowledge, Little Luna. But werecats are a pretty unknown underworld phenomenon. There could be a group, or a few groups of them here in North America. We do have large cats here, mountain lions, better known as cougars.” I looked over at Fenrir, “Anything you want to add?” I asked him politely. He wasn’t the one I was mad at. Fenrir wasn’t the one keeping secrets. “Actually yes. Although his, Andrew is his name?”

It’s not also her attitude to fight against someone too weak for her. “Fuck.” she cursed when she’s almost out of breath. She stopped and catch her breath. She turned to Varagons warriors. Most of them have well-built bodies. They were wearing a beige tunic and pants. They were wearing a brown jacket, an arm patch is affixed to their right arms, it has their logo. Their logo was a standing lion with a wide mouth opened and there was an arrow towards the lion’s mouth. There was another logo but it was affixed in the jacket. The logo was capital letter B, it has an arrow in it and it was wrapped with flowers which is Peony. Their uniform has a black belt with a silver buckle.

So, for six months they have been plotting and waiting but we still didn’t know when to expect the attack. All the new warriors and Alphas were asked to keep hidden away from the boarders so the rogues couldn’t catch on to the help we had enlisted. We already had three Alphas staying with us and they had each bought 100- 150 warriors. Two of the Alphas were seething for blood from the Maven family for the issues and problems they had inflicted on each of the packs while they had been living there and all the other Alphas from seven different packs had sent us over 100 rogues each. They didn’t have a personal vendetta against the family but when they heard news of their treachery and deceit a