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He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

"It could be—if the Alpha abused it. But here? Everyone has a role, we pay omegas fairly, no one bullies anyone. Everyone contributes to the pack." Sounded nice. But I wasn’t sold. There were always people who abused power in subtle ways. I didn’t say that out loud though. "What’s your rank?" I asked instead. "Warrior. Beta blood," she said proudly. "Do you train?" "Yep! Been building muscle ever since I got my wolf." She grinned and flexed. I laughed. "Impressive." She beamed. When we reached her wing, she gave me a grand tour, brimming with joy. It was adorable. Like I was visiting for the first time—even though I designed it. She seemed genuinely surprised at how well it turned out. I did

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

It was clear they hated me. "The fight will soon begin," Mason whispered, and I nodded nervously. Alpha Wildbreed came to sit with us. Not too far from us, were new faces, sitting on the seats. As if knowing what I was thinking, Mason Whispered to me, " That is the Blue moon pack and in the front row with the white jacket, is Alpha Rosehip. He is supporting Alpha Raphael. I looked at him with rage and disgust. I secretly wished him dead. As soon as Alex got into the circle, my heart skipped.

Her light cotton candy smell appealed to him, “What about you? Have you chosen?” Warren cleared his throat, “Yes, I want to join the crew of the Scald Crow. If I can help people negotiate this new world, then I want to.” Elphame smiled and held Warren's hand, “Excellent, we’ll get you started today.” Theria gripped his hand and gave him the cute dimpled smile, “Don’t you have something to ask me, Warren?” she used a sweet and alluring voice. It took Warren ten seconds to find his nerve, “Theria, you are a beautiful young woman, but I don’t know you…” Therias soft fingers touched his lips,

I Continue, and he smiles “Yes, I do. Welcome all.” He says and smiles “The Warriors are Jacob, Jason, Andre, Christopher, Thomas, Michael, Jack, Oliver, Owen, and Eli,” I say and I feel the surprise from my warrior. They didn’t expect me to know their names. “I have cleared a wing on the second floor to the right. It is completely free, and your warriors have my permission to keep everyone away from there.” Carter tells us. “Thank you, Alpha,” I say and smile.

The man uttered a high-pitched scream. “That was just a taste.” Kane said, casually as if discussing the weather. He drew back again, watching the man’s face intently. Joffrey sat on a crate, observing the scene, seemingly disinterested. The whip cracked again, this time drawing blood. I noticed one of the men had a tribal tattoo on his right arm. I went closer to inspect it. I recognized it as the mark of the Bloodlust Warriors, a Canadian pack. I grabbed the man by the hair, growling, “You are from the Bloodlust Warriors. Why are you here?”

to train with the best and those who pass all of the tests in six months will become an official warrior that patrols and guards our pack village and city which is surrounded by the forest boarders, the deep forest is widely known for its unmerciful rogues that like to attempt to capture and kill pack wolves. If we pass, we also have the chance to take on extensive training and move up to be Palace guards, which is an honorable and very respected position, they guard the Alpha and Luna, their daughter Florence and future Alpha Layton which was my best friend Dakota’s dream, mine was just to be a skilled warrior like my dad. I've been waiting for this moment ever since I was little when I fir

162 (Kathryn’s POV) The cheering didn’t fade, it transformed. Warriors slapped the tables, calling for food and drink. The kitchen staff rushed forward with trays piled high, pitchers of beer and juice, roasted meats, bread still steaming. The packhouse filled with sound, the deep rumble of wolves celebrating, voices rising in unison. Celia tugged me toward the head table, and before I could protest, Tyler was already pulling out a chair for me. His hand lingered at my shoulder, grounding me as the noise swelled around us.

Lardon Vexley POV "My wolf only speaks the absolute truth to this council," I say, keeping my chest high as I stand across from the high-born warriors. "How is it possible my ears never tracked the data that Lardon was legally bound to Warlord Calder?" Zoraya Flint gasps, her eyes wide as she looks at Aziel Crowbane. "Lardon is not the type of warrior to let his inner beast lose control unless an enemy deliberately pushes his pride to the absolute limit," Aziel Crowbane whispers, his eyes narrowing as he shifts his heavy boots closer to my side of the oak table.