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Kylie, Jason, thorn and I stood before a thousand pack warriors who had said goodbye to their loved ones, not sure if they would ever see them again. I hoped with all I was that they would. The wind was sharp with the chill that came just before dawn, biting against the parts of our skin that were exposed. The warriors were clad with their armors and stood at attention, silent and ready. Their faces were grim, yet not defeated. There was a fire in their eyes—an understanding that we were marching toward something far greater than ourselves.

Their muscles were rigid with anger, and they threw stones at me for having the guts to betray their Alpha. But I did no such thing. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Micheal addressed the warriors. His voice bounced against the walls of the training hall. “Warriors of the Blue Lily pack. I have gathered you all here today to officially thank you for the effort you have put into the growth of this pack. Yes, I know that's not enough reason to summon you all, but without you, our pack would not have the strength to defend itself against her enemies. Neither would we have the courage to move on…”

Swoosh! From the ranks of the Wild Wave warriors, a towering figure emerged, standing well over 1.8 meters tall, each hand wielding a razor-sharp battle axe. The sea roared beneath him, his presence commanding and fierce. He was none other than the leader of the Wild Wave warriors, the formidable Wild Wave Lord of War himself! Those two titans, each over sixty but with the vigor of men in their prime, stood upon the ocean, their domains of power unfurling around them.

Jake shook himself and turned back to face their challengers. It appeared he was right. More than half of the warriors who had been in wolf form were slipping quietly into the bushes. His lookouts were sending images back to him of their retreat. They were definitely heading back the way they had come, not fanning out to attack. Suddenly there was a shifting in the ranks alongside the house and Jake turned his head to see ten of the visiting Highland warriors stepping out of the group to make their presence known. The red-haired one stood in front of them and proclaimed loudly, “I am Beta Patrick of the Highland Pack. On the authority of our Alpha we support Cloud Lack Pack’s claim that, in

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

Or was it because your heart had already recognized the wrong person? After I let out all the resentments I had been hiding for years, my heart suddenly felt lighter. Simon's face went pale, then dark. He opened his mouth, but after a long time, he still couldn't force out a word. I said nothing else. I simply picked up my purse and stood up. "Janice!" Simon yelled as he grabbed my wrist. "No, I don't agree with this breakup! You promised me! You said you'd marry me!" His grip was too tight, and I could feel the pain in my wrist due to his strength.

Warriors. Alphas. Betas. The strongest fighters loyal to her cause. No one spoke. No one dared break the stillness. Because every one of them understood what stood before them. This wasn’t a battlefield. It was a trap. And they were about to walk directly into it. A cold wind swept across the mountainside, carrying the scent of rain and distant blood. Aria inhaled sharply. Her silver wolf stirred immediately. Restless. Alert. Angry. They’re suffering.

Then harder. The wind screamed across the cliffside. One of the warriors approached carefully. "Alpha." I didn't turn around. "The storm is worsening." No response. "We should return." Still nothing. Another flash of lightning split the sky. Thunder followed immediately. The rain soaked through my clothes. Cold. Relentless. I welcomed it. Because it was the only thing I could still feel. The warrior tried again. "Alpha—" "Leave." The word came out low. Dangerous. The warrior immediately stepped back.

People gradually gathered around Jason. His friends stood there with horror and regret on their faces. Felicity, on the other hand, looked rather jealous and indignant. There were also a lot of sad glances from others. Jason never looked at any of them. The huge fire had turned the entire King City upside down overnight. In one night, countless families were crushed under the Hough family's ruthless retaliation. Their heirs were locked up in an underground basement, being beaten up. Jason was like a wild beast out of control, punching them on the floor, one after the other.

His hands were bloody from the bear he helped to hunt, but the adrenaline was still pumping in his veins, fierce believers of an invisible enemy. The only threat to the country nowadays was the occasional ice bear and packs of giant wolves that plagued the villages closer to the mountains. No war, no battles. Alarick spent the last seven years making himself known as the scariest warlord to ever been born, and it paid in respect and fear from his enemies. He didn’t need to be here to kill these animals. His soldiers could very much deal with it. He came just for fun. Besides, he knew people liked seeing him around. It gave them the feeling of protection that he was very much glad to provide.