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I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

RONAN’S POV Black Diamond’s border patrol found me before I’d covered even a mile into their territory. Six warriors moving with the discipline of a pack that took security seriously. They form a loose perimeter around me without a single wasted movement. I raised both hands slowly showing I carried no weapons though I doubted that alone would earn me much goodwill given whatever reputation had preceded me. “State your business” the lead warrior said, his stance wide and ready. “Ronan Darknight” I started in my alpha voice. “Alpha of Darknight Pack. I need to speak with Alpha Victor Silvermoon.”

Her eyes turn bloody Red, no sign of pupils or white in her eyes and she let's out a scream so loud I swear we are going to be deaf. I step back covering my ears and Trevor does the same, by the time the sound dies down, she's gone, it was only then it really dawned on me that the area is now more lit and you can hear the crickets and cicada’s, it was nothing but silence before *thud, thud* both warriors fall to the ground unconscious.

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

The sound of a pack recognizing their Alpha. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching him bask in their adoration. This was Lucian Blackwood. Not the hedonistic playboy who treated his office like a pleasure den. Not the arrogant heir who propositioned me while still inside another woman. This was the Alpha who had leaped through a window to defend his people. Who had fought on the front lines. Who had led his pack to victory against a coordinated attack. And standing there, watching him move through the crowd with blood on his skin and triumph in his eyes, I felt something shift inside me.

I held the blanket I warped around myself, tighter as if it was a barricade between us. Mattias leaned forward, placing both his elbows on his knees, and finally spoke. “My name is Mattias Leon Hart.” I blinked. “I am Alpha of Black Rock Pack. My rule spans over four regions. I command seven thousand warriors. My bloodline traces back to the original royal wolves that once protected the Moon Temples.” I said nothing. He continued, “I’ve fought in four wars, claimed three rogue territories, and I’ve spent the last six years cleaning up the filth Gunner and Richard left behind.”

Their piercing, unnatural shrieks echoed agonizingly across the entire isolated island, vibrating the very marrow of those who stood below. The final, world-altering battle had officially begun. Killian stepped firmly to the absolute front of the line, his majestic silver wolf spirit standing taller and more radiant than ever before in his life. Brilliant moonfire danced wildly along his thick black fur, and the legendary Blade of the First Alpha blazed with an blinding, celestial light that cut through the encroaching gloom. Behind him stood Seraphina, Aiden, Leo, Freya, Kael, Orion, and the few remaining battle-hardened warriors of the Blackthorn vanguard. No one retreated a single pace. N

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”