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she explained. The woman nodded. “I see. Who is your cousin, and what would you have to do if you had lost?” Nate growled, and I smirked. “He didn’t know I was his cousin, so he asked for a date. I made the tattoo the term for my winning because he insulted my friend who appears human. The loser in question is Matty Graycort.” “Wait, Matty Graycort who is a senior at Gayl U, and president of PLP?” she asked.

Barbara's grandfather's gaze shifted out of the car window beside him, his hand still caressing the top of Linda's head which was now resting on his shoulder. Aryadi is a wolf-shifter from the Black Wolf tribe as well, but he has rarely visited a base like that bunker since his dispute with Elder Magen long ago. Although Elder Magen seemed to have put their problems aside after the young wolf-shifter found Aryadi's body lying unconscious near the headquarters and took care of him.

and stands up straight from leaning on the bars. Himari stands up too after she makes sure the blanket covered Mizu's body completely and says in a serious manner, " Akane was right, tomorrow she will surely win her fight. Now, at the time had been already quarter to 9 we need to go back to our own room before 10 o'clock," she said looking at the wall clock. Haruto suddenly threw the rest of the cloaks towards them and they easily catch it. The black cloak sways strongly when they start wearing it. On the back, a logo of a terrifying silver dragon with an open mouth was imprinted, indicating they are from East House.

A cute voice asked. “Because she is the only female warrior of the Xenakis tribe, she’s the leader’s daughter!” The redheaded girl explained. “Woah!!!” They all exclaimed at the revelation. Apparently, most of them had neither seen nor heard of her before. The redheaded girl nodded in affirmation. “So I heard that Alpha Russe’s charm had made her infatuated with him.” She whispered again. “Eishh! Doesn’t she have her own mate? Or is she the legendary mate-less warrior from our history classes?” The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

She ran even faster when she smelled blood, which meant there was some kind of battle going on. Hera arrived at the end of the alley and noticed two enormous wolves in the middle of the vast grassland. The black wolf, Esteban, is on top of the gray wolf whom she recognizes as his lover, Marcus. Esteban is significantly larger than Marcus, putting him at a disadvantage. Hera yelled angrily, "Esteban!" She then instantly transformed into a wolf and snatched Esteban by the back. She pulled him away from Marcus who was now bleeding.

See for yourself," he said. They came through the broken eastern gate four minutes later. The Ashmoor soldiers who had been retreating through the gate stopped retreating and split to either side of the entrance, making room for the new formation coming through behind them. The new formation came through in a column. Forty wolves. Mixed some in Ashmoor colors and some in something else entirely. Dark gray with a silver diagonal stripe across the chest that I did not recognize until I looked properly. The silver diagonal stripe belonged to a pack that Zayden described to me during one of

“As tradition implies, we need a warrior from the Moongray pack and another from the Blue Moon pack.” At the same time, a pack warrior from the Moongray pack stepped forward, a large scar running from his cheeks to his jaw. He slammed his fists on his chest, letting out a loud growl. He strode towards the announcer and pulled out a weapon, “For the Moongray pack.”

As chunks fell away, they revealed the Dragon Ash's ice-pattern insignia embedded within—a provocative display of a wolf's trophy. "Boom——" the boulder exploded into dust. Paisley advanced through the debris, her irises glowing with the wolf's signature golden-red. Her whip tip, still dusted with rock powder, stopped at the right place. She said, "Protecting the pack is every wolf's duty——dare you question our combat eligibility?" The werewolves behind stared in disbelief. The lead Gamma quickly nodded: "We'll take you all! Of course we will!" The five were registered as Gray Claw warriors.

"My spark isn't strong enough. I'll never be able to weave the light-lines like the scholars do." Before her frustration could turn into a full tantrum, a massive, heavily armored shadow fell over her. A towering beast-kin warrior, a wolf-kin named Garron who served in the regional civilian vanguard, knelt down in the dust right beside her. His armor was marked with the ancient, golden wolf insignia of Alpha Ryan, and his face bore the calloused scars of a veteran pathfinder. Yet, his large, clawed hands were incredibly gentle as he rested them on his knee.