The closer we got to their pack, the more my wolf became restless.
I glanced at my beta to my right. Her fierce gaze matched mine. I knew she wanted blood as much as me. Scanning the rest of our warriors, they all wore matching expressions.
I coul...
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Neema
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Lina
Present Day
Amara's POV
it had been a couple months since I put in place the new training schedule.
The warriors were all farring well so far with little to no mishaps as the weeks progressed and the training sessions became more and more vigorous.
There was a reason my warriors were the most deadly and feared for pack territories to come. They were all she-wolfs.
This gave us the upper advantage while taking on new opponents.
They always underestimated us. The same underestimation that ended up with their throats ripped out or better yet, put on a spike in-front of their pack house.
It was always quite a sight to see the sheer surprise that shone on their faces as they watched their pack members get shredded piece to piece by the same she-wolfs they were betting on who they'd get there way with.
No matter what stories they heard before, or how our reputation perceived us, they couldn't help but think with nothing but their below average dicks.
A Pack of unguarded she-wolfs who'd make a good fuck in bed.
That's what they saw.
That's what everyone saw.
That's why for the last Five years I personally sought to make anyone who dared look down on us, or underestimate the strength of our pack wish they had never stepped a paw over our border.
Five years I spent making the deadliest sixty three she-wolfs to ever grace this goddess forsaken earth.
Of course our warrior ranks weren't as big as most pack ranks which were usually hundreds of wolves. But it didn't matter.
