Warriors Clans Quiz Novels & Stories

“Alive.” “Alive and standing in this pack,” Ramona said. “With what we’ve built. With knowledge of what destroyed Redmoon. With—” She paused. Found the honest word. “With nothing left to lose and everything to fight for.” He was quiet. “Clara has sixty-three,” he said. “We have Evergreen,” Ramona said. He looked at her for a long moment. Then he said: “What does she need from me.” Ramona breathed. “The warrior corps,” she said. “The ones who remember. Not all of them — the ones whose loyalty isn’t to Clara specifically. You know who they are.”

Early morning of the sixth day, the central square of Silver Moon City was shrouded in a thick, clammy fog. The registration booth for the Continent-Wide Young Warriors Tournament was set up beneath the towering War God Statue at the very heart of the square. Four long tables, hewn from solid black ironwood, were arranged in a neat row, with eight joint examiners from the four great clans seated behind them. The square was packed with young werewolves who’d come to sign up, the air thick with the acrid stench of sweat, cheap tobacco, and raucous, vulgar jeers.