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Guests?

Fusilis

Cyrus

The warrior continues to step forward. As soon as he makes it into the field where the bones lie, his body turns to ash and only bones remain. I hear the girl who yelled huff with frustration, and my eyes snap back to her. Anger rushes over me, and I feel it rush over my brothers as well. Taking in the alpha power and temper just an hour prior doesn’t help because we don’t know how to control them yet.

"Stay here!" I linked all the warriors with my alpha command to save them.

My brothers and I stalked across the field quickly. I am trying my hardest to keep my wolf at bay, but it is quite difficult. Within seconds, we are across the field and almost to the ladies, who seem confused, not frightened. The beta shook off her confused expression and replaced it with a stone-cold serious look that made my blood run cold. But that didn’t stop me. My wolf was angry. These witches killed one of my warriors without lifting a finger!

Just as I am about 15 feet from the group of women who have recovered from their shocked state, I notice their demeanor change to calm. They relax and no longer stand in a fighting stance. A figure flies out the top window of the house through the air as a shadow casts down on us. She glides over the woman, coming down to the ground hard and fast. She lands with one foot in front, absorbing the hard landing of her hand hitting the ground in front of her.

Her hair is a deep, flaming orange that resembles fire. The shine from the sun is blinding. She stands up, her head snapping up as her eyes immediately lock with mine. Those deep, ember-colored eyes burned into my mind. Her complexion is light but slightly tanner than the rest of her. Her skin is perfect and smooth; her lips are full and plump; and her nose is perfectly pointed with the slightest upturn. Her expression is so cold, it sends a shiver straight down my spine. My wolf has calmed and seems to be purring. Can wolves purr?

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Duron

Ember I can’t look away from the glowing eyes that stare at us. The only other scent that registers for me is my sense of smell. It is flooded with the smell of a burning forest once again. Just like the one I got a whiff of the other night. My wolf is begging me to get closer just to touch her. Be close to her. Smell her anything he can get. My heart is racing right out of my chest, and my mouth is full of saliva, which threatens to spill out all over the ground. Why hasn’t she said anything? Is she just as shocked as us?

"Go to her!" Percival begs with a whimper for something that has never come from my wolf before. Something I never thought I would hear from him.

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Kendrick

Heaven.

I’ve died and gone to heaven. That’s the only logical explanation for this angel before me. She smells of the sweet forest burning with a fiery passion. Everything about her screams perfection. Why is this angel so angry? Why is she so upset? All I want is for her to smile; I know it would brighten this world. But still, I look at her, and my wolf's heart grows heavy from the burden I can feel her carrying. What is troubling this beautiful angel? Whatever it is, I will get rid of it for her so she can feel true peace. With us.

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Samson

I stopped short of my brothers; they weren’t paying close enough attention to see the threat rising. What are they even doing? They are just staring. I peek around Cyrus to see the most beautiful threat I’ve seen in my life. She stands at about 5’5" with a perfectly toned body peeking out from under her clothes.

In the blink of an eye, her stone-cold expression turns to a smirk. She is in front of Cyrus, shoving her palm straight into his chest while planting her feet firmly. He flies right at me as I duck under him and am back on my feet as he lands with a thud on his back. He holds his chest and gasps for a deep breath, assuming she knocked the wind out of him. I snap my head back to her as she arcs over Duron and he turns to grab her. She drops to the ground, swiping his legs from under him as he face-plants into the soil. Her eyes are locked on Kendrick, and his face shows pure adoration for our beautiful badass mate. Hers showed excitement, her eyes burning with it. She runs at him full speed and jumps straight at him, tackling him to the ground. He wraps his arms around her with a smile still plastered on his face. She jerks her head back and smashes it straight into his face. Blood immediately spews from his nose.

He releases her, and she slowly rises, her perfect plump breasts almost spilling out of her tiny, thin tank. A thin layer of sweat shines on her skin as the sun hits it. She rises, her eyes locking with mine immediately. I look at all three brothers quickly, seeing them all brushing themselves off and standing once more. I laugh at all of them gaining their attention and hers as she furrows her brows, anger replacing the excitement in her eyes. She throws punch after punch at me. I won’t lie, she is very quick, and if these punches made contact, she would do quite a bit of damage. I dodge her over and over, not throwing back a single punch, because why would I? She’s my perfect little mate.

She comes up to about chest level with us and probably doesn’t weigh half of what we do. I watch her body movements; her technique is something I’ve never seen before. It seems as if it was used by ancient packs and is probably no longer used. I watch her feet as it seems she is dancing. I try to match her steps, but they just get quicker. It’s getting harder to dodge her, honestly. I look up at her eyes and see they are glowing gold in the very center of her ember-colored eyes. That’s no wolf, though. My wolf pushes through as my eyes glow their bright emerald green, connecting with her beast. I don’t know what it is.

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Andricia

These wolves are on my land. They are men, but they didn’t die. I don’t understand how, but I instinctively go into defense mode to protect my pack. If someone falls, it will be me, not my pack. They all look the same with their ashy blonde hair and green eyes. The only difference is the way their hair is styled, which is strange. I took out three of them, and all of them willingly let me fight with them. The last one grabbed me, though, and just held me there, which was strange.

I snap my head up as laughter pours out of the last one standing. He is looking at the rest of them, then at me, and just laughing. It’s pissing me off that he is mocking me as if I didn’t just take down three of them. I throw punch after punch, but he keeps dodging them and not throwing anything back. My beast lets out a playful growl within me, and slowly she starts to take control of my movements, which I didn’t know she could do. I see myself moving faster than I have before, staring straight at his face. He seems to be observing my movements, which is weird. He locks eyes with me, and I see excitement in his eyes. Is he enjoying this?

His eyes then glow a bright emerald green instead of the deep green they were before. I feel my heart skip, and the pressure in my chest dissipates instantly. He goes to grab me, and my beast jumps, kicking off his chest and flipping back away from him in front of my pack.

I look at all the guys as my beast relaxes, giving me back my control. One has blood all over the front of his shirt from his nose, which is now healed. His hair hangs loose with curls down to his midsection. One has dirt and ash all over the front of his shirt. His hair is shorter all around but is slightly longer on top; it is neatly styled to be a little messy. The third has buzzed sides fading up to hair that is spiked up messily, but it suits him. The last one stands with a perfect pearly white smile, and I lock eyes with him. The sides of his hair are short, and the top is long with messy curls. My beast sighs. What do I say to these strange men who can somehow walk on my territory?