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"Sparta came under attack today. Five terrorists, steeped in hatred and driven by ignorance attempted to destroy our school, and kill our students and staff. But what these cowards did not count on was the courage and determination of us Spartans. "I stand before you now, covered in blood. This is the blood of heroes," stated Gwen emphatically as she pointed to her herself. "I proudly wear the blood of Spartan heroes. This blood was shed in defense of life, shed by Spartans shielding, protecting, and fighting for others. Jared White personally pulled me out of harm's way and held me with his back to the shooters, taking bullets intended for me. The shooter called me 'The Whore in Red' as he

This warrior didn't have a beard, unlike the others I had read about or encountered during my training. "My name is Shawn," His voice boisterously echoed off the walls. He reeked of confidence, and that didn't sit well with me. "I've come from a far land in search of the Valkyrie, so that my people can have her," he smiled devilishly. "And destroy her spirit, so she can never attain her mantle."

I am Akesha Melody Anderson ,will run as fast I can and never be hide again. I will learn how to fight and protect all the people that have special part in my heart and life. I should be brave to protect my love ones. I will not be a coward anymore.

It was quiet for a moment and then Jace spoke for the first time. "I don't agree with that. Sometimes....it's hard to even think of a reason to live." Troy nodded. "I've been there, brother." Everyone agreed. Magnus flipped back her dark hair. "I don't think it makes you pathetic. What's pathetic is…the things that make you want to do it in the first place."

She was too close to the rogue pack, too far out of her element. Her expression was determined, her jaw set in that way I knew all too well. “I’m not going to sit back and wait while you go off to face God knows what. I’m not some damsel in distress.” I clenched my fists. “This isn’t your fight. You have no idea what you’re up against.” “I know more than you think,” she shot back, her voice steady. “You’re not the only one who’s trained to survive.” I almost laughed, but the tension in the air wouldn’t let me. She was stubborn—always had been. But she didn’t understand the danger. She didn’t understand what a rogue wolf was capable of.

Untouchable. And reckless.

Someone who would no longer be controlled by fear or obligation. Someone who would fight back.

“I don’t drink alcohol.” “Pretend, then. That’s required tonight. In private, you can be yourself. Part of being a warrior is going to war with a straight face, even the first time, when you might be afraid. It means leaving those you love to secure a future for them, knowing you might not live to see it. I know you don’t know this or truly understand, but our pack has known so much loss. Great amounts of loss. Keep that in mind before you judge them harshly.”

"Quick to defend‚ aren’t you? But tell me‚ how far will you go for her? Do you even know what she is capable of? Or what she will cost you?" Sharon’s chest ached‚ but she refused to flinch. "I know who I am‚" she said steadily‚ though a storm brewed behind her words. "And I’m not afraid of you." For a moment‚ surprise flickered in Zahra’s expression before her lips curled in a cruel smile. "Bold words‚ little one‚" she murmured mockingly. "But bold words won’t save you." "Enough‚ Zahra‚" Jake’s voice rumbled low‚ dangerous. "You come here with no facts‚ only venom. I won’t have you slandering her."