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Their vastness and aura were more than enough to bring men to their knees in surrender. That was the true Stormrider’s army. Destroyer of realms. The pride of the North. Even I, who had lived among these men, knew what they were capable of. I had heard the stories of burning towns and how they marched through the South like a tide of fire. They were gods of war wrapped in mortal skin, and I was expected to stand among them like I belonged. Just like my father who currently stood in front of me. Varek Valewind was like a king among them, regal in his gleaming obsidian armor, the golden wolf etched across his chest catching the light.

We had only bought ourselves a brief window to escape before their army arrived in full force. With my vision tunneling on the dark witches, I summoned every remaining shred of power, calling forth the wind with an intensity I didn’t know I possessed. It came to me, fierce and howling, a force of nature that spiraled around me in wild, invisible eddies. I pushed it outward, letting it ripple over the battlefield. Like a cyclone in miniature, it tore through the ranks of dark witches and shifter guards, scattering them as though they were nothing more than leaves on the breeze. A tempest rose at my command, howling and whipping around them. Dirt and debris surged with the wind, swirling into

The wind in the area became very turbulent as his aura spread like flames all around the battle ground, burning the abyss demons that were too weak to handle it to ash. Maria and the other warrior wolves covered their eyes with their arms to prevent the strong winds from blowing sand into them. As the red aura vanished, the warrior wolves rushed back into battle with the abyss demons that were remaining. “I think the warrior wolves can handle the ones that are left. We need to head into the city quickly to help the military, Anaya might be waiting for us,” Derren said, turning to Eugene. Eugene nodded, turned to his warrior wolves, and told them to come to the city once they were done here.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

Meanwhile, the wicked Oracle has sent a strong wave to the warriors who are on their journey after seeing where they are in his mystic mirrors. The Oracle spoke to the tempest to pull them out of their allowed passage into the forbidden territory so that the spirit of the land where they are can whisk them away. The Ohuhu Oracle could sense the evil wind sent but he couldn’t stop it. When he consulted with his gods, he was told not to worry that as long as the warriors are united, no evil can destroy them.

Finally, Shadow sliced his palm, adding it to the mixture in the chalice, and his deep voice carried over the entire pack as he recited the Howling Warriors creed. "A Howling warrior is strong when they need to be, gentle when they choose to be, and ruthless when they have to be. We will not cower, nor hide behind each other in times of crisis, we stand tall against our enemies, together we are the Howling Warriors, and together we are strong."

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

Even now, sweat-slick and surrounded by war prep, he found a way to tease her into a smile. Some warriors, tournament survivors now that had also joined us, moved with particular precision under her command. I caught their murmurs during a water break. One of them, a hulking Willowridge transfer, wiped his brow. “Thought Warrior of the Crest was a gift because of the Goldmoon Alphas. Watched her fight, though… she earned it. Beat me without breaking a sweat.” The scarred Ironbark female beside him nodded. “Luna’s the real storm. Makes you want to bleed for her.”

“Wow, Sera, there are so many trees around your neighborhood.” “Sera, how old do you think that tree is?” “Sera—” I brought my steps to a sudden halt. Valen was standing beneath that same old scholar tree right outside my apartment building. He had leaned down quite a bit, and there was a tiny, jagged nick on his jawline from shaving. The moment he caught sight of me, he took an instinctive step forward, only to freeze dead in his tracks. Then, his gaze locked onto Rain, who was standing right behind me. Rain was effortlessly wheeling a suitcase in each hand while carrying my bright pink backpack slung over his shoulders—a stark, completely ridiculous contrast against his entirely black stre

I wanted him to see the abyss he’d spent years trying to create. Tad remained my anchor, his hand a steady weight on my back. His voice was a low, melodic murmur that cut through the roar of the elements. “You can do this, Cara. Breathe. Control the storm; don’t let it become you.” While Tad held my spirit, Roman secured the perimeter. He moved like a living shadow, flanking Reign with a predator’s grace. Every warrior behind him stood like a statue of iron, their eyes fixed on my father, waiting for the single gesture that would authorize his end.