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A strange pull at my senses made me turn. There, kneeling in the rubble near the shattered gates, was the boy - Adrian. Mara's brother. Up close, the resemblance was uncanny... the same stubborn set to his narrow jaw, the same arch to his brows. But where Mara burned bright as a torch, this boy was like candlelight, his power a twisted, broken thing. His milk-white eyes stared through me, unseeing, unblinking. A rogue lunged for his exposed back, its jaws gaping wide before Laziel slashed through it on the firm edge of his blade, herding more of our wolves under cover.

“Your classmate, his brain might not be that good. Don’t get in contact with him too much in the future.” Harvey smiled at Rosalie Naiswell. He was too lazy to talk to Owen and Ria. Both their faces were flushed when they heard those words. Such a shame! They were truly so shameful this time! Now people were saying that the two of them were retarded. They wanted to argue but could not. “Forget it, he is from the Hawkins of Mordu.” Rosalie said as a gentle reminder. The Hawkins of Mordu was indeed strong and influential, even the Naiswells dared not to provoke them.

It was at this moment that the enemy decided to strike. Unbeknownst to Summer and his group, the dark lord had creeped in as they relaxed. Before Summer had trapped his minions in the icy maze, one of them had managed to send him a message. Immediately, he gathered his other army of wizards, warlocks, mages and hunters. He took only three of each group as these were very good at their job.

I don’t remember if I was like this before. “Because Malabi was the only pack we don’t have any connection to,” I casually answered. “We got Shadowstone and Nightwinder close to our side. Not to mention the alliance we have with Abberant and Sanguine. If they wanted a silent operation to start out another war, they would go with the packs who hadn’t had a relation with Nightwinder.” “Between Madfur and Malabi,” Marcus’s tone became serious. “It was the Aragon’s pack that was the perfect chess piece they could use.”

I said. Headmaster Kendrick gazed at me disapprovingly, and I heard Kelani snort. "Who does he think he is to categorize everyone as losers?" I heard her mutter. I knew she had spoken it loud enough for me to hear. "Your friends are not losers, Thorne. Also, it is impossible for you not to belong to any pack since werewolves move in packs. Not being in a pack makes you a rogue automatically, and you know what happens to rogues?"

Amarinth found her mate and married, having had no children with Adrian. Peace would reign for a time until before the Great Purge, when the descendants of Amarinth, the Marins, who had risen to power among the witch clans were met by some of the werewolves. They needed help to destroy the vampires. Of all the order of witches, only the Marins and two other clans had agreed, the rest refusing to pick a side."

Mara was really fed up and she didn't know how much of it she could take. She had been restricting herself for too long and she just felt like strangling Wendy. "Don't you even think about it, four of you" she warned the girls who tried to come close to her to attack her. No one needed to tell them to use their brains as they all moved back, creating a great distance between themselves and Mara. They knew who Mara was and she wasn't going to take any bullsh*t from nobody. "M.. a.. ra" Wendy struggled to free herself from Mara's grip but she was too strong for her. It felt like she was being pinned down by a metal hand or something.

I asked, though I already knew that she had forced him to speak. She told me in clipped sentences the anchors he had named. Mara and Bram were two of them, operating together. Mara was the scout who ran a network in the north; a whisper here, a smuggled charm there. Bram operated more openly, a frontman at trades and a smith who could melt bindings into currency. Together they coordinated attacks and supplied the nuts and bolts of Draco’s network. “They’re planning something big,” she said. “They are coordinating strikes that will stretch us thin. If we take them out, we weaken Draco’s operational reach.”

When I got hold of him, the little twerp would smell my armpits. "Boys get in here!" I heard my father exclaim, "Ah nuts." Marvel was groaning in pain from the tumble he had taken; it was unfortunate because Marvel was a hefty guy and I was as thin as a french fry. As I get up, I notice Maddox and Marc running inside the Gold Pack; they were already dead when I found them. Helping Marvel, his hair performed what it has always done since he was ten: it changed color from blonde to silver.

“You are a magic user.” “Magic!” Fear surged through me immediately. In the Ravenclaw pack, the only thing worse than an Omega was a magic user. Without thinking, I grabbed him by the arm. “Run, now!” “Run!”