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We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.

Hierarchy for rejection: Alphas / Alpha Heirs Betas Gammas Alpha Females Warriors Ordinary Shifters Omegas

She lets out a short whistle and yells, “LIAM, NOAH, OLIVER, ELIJAH, JAMES, WILLIAM, LUCAS, THEODORE. FRONT AND CENTER.” I then watch as the 8 warriors she called out for stand to attention, look over at Angie, and then jog over to stand in front of her. I couldn’t hear what orders she gave, but they soon had the crates all lined up and open. Once she is ready, she lets out another whistle and yells once more.

My father’s wolf stepped forward, tail stiff, head high. Hold, he linked, the Alpha bond cracking through every mind like a whip. No one chases. No one panics. We kill what crosses. We keep them away from town. A chorus of voices answered through the link, warriors confirming, betas acknowledging, the Gamma repeating the instructions so the younger ones didn’t forget. And then the first enemy moved. It didn’t lunge like a wolf. It darted like a blade. It slammed into our front line with unnatural speed, scales scraping against teeth as one of our warriors snapped at its neck, And broke a tooth. The warrior yelped, stumbling back. The scaled creature turned its head slowly, almost amused, and

assistant"> Aiden POV I've fought rogues. Broken bones with my bare hands. Stood across negotiating tables from Alphas who would've happily ripped my throat out if it benefited them. None of that prepared me for this. Cat is curled against my chest, breathing unevenly, fingers twisted in my shirt like she's anchoring herself to something solid while the heat still rolls through her in waves. Every instinct inside me is screaming. Claim. Hold. Finish what the bond started. I don't move.

My wolves name is Ara. The leader of the pack is called Alpha, who is the most dangerous and most powerful of all. He protects his pack. His mate is Luna of the pack, she takes care of everyone. Then there is Beta and Beta female, who is second in command to Alpha. Then Gamma and Gamma female, they are third in command to Alpha. Then there are Warriors, who fight in the wars. After them, are the Deltas and then us, the Omegas. We are assigned duties for the pack.

He stood taller, seeming broader than he did yesterday as he peered down at me with his intent, somewhat drunk eyes. “This is your position from now on, understood?” “Yes, Alpha,” I said, meeting his gaze. A blanket of heat wrapped me in its embrace in the wake of his proximity, the strong, formidable scent of leather, bourbon and cedar wood making my head spin a bit. I could feel the warmth of his body, even if he was still a few inches away from me. It made my throat go dry with thirst like they show in those Twilight movies. “It’s good to see you can follow orders,” he murmured, thankfully moving back. “Warriors, I hope we haven’t been lagging off in my absence?”

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

Chapter 35: The Storm of Claws and Fangs. The war horn’s echo hadn’t faded before the pack shifted into action. Warriors, already on edge, moved like a well-oiled machine, their movements synchronized by years of training and an unspoken bond forged in countless battles. The tension that had simmered in the air now burst into full-blown urgency as the first lines of defense took their positions, their eyes trained on the treeline where the enemy would soon emerge.

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.