AN: Can you answer the question above? Which wolf you feed the most?
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Just as the situation seemed dire, a brilliant light appeared between the trees. The pack turned to see the goddess standing tall and radiant, her presence filling them with hope. Behind her, eight wolves emerged from the light, their eyes glowing with resolve.
The wolves were Matheo, Onix's father, and Sierra, his mother; Cane, Rolf's father and his mother Ivy; Koa, Star, and Sol's grandfather; Kendria, their grandmother; Amber, their mother; and her mate, Adolphus. Once thought dead, the goddess had given these wolves life to aid in the battle.
The pack felt a surge of strength and determination as the eight wolves joined the fray. Matheo and Sierra fought side by side, their movements swift and deadly.
Cane and Ivy tore through the hunters with a ferocity that belied their age.
Koa and Kendria moved with grace and precision, their powers of the moon and stars creating a dazzling light display.
Amber and Adolphus fought with the strength of true warriors, their love for their family driving them to protect their pack.
Star's eyes blazed with an otherworldly light as he called upon the power of the moon and stars. Beams of silvery light shots striking down hunters with deadly precision.
Sol's powers of the sun blazed brightly, his body radiating heat as he incinerated those who dared to come near.
High above the battlefield, hidden among the trees, Xander, Greg, and Jeremy took their positions. Their rifles were trained on the hunters, picking them off one by one with deadly accuracy.
"Got another one," Xander muttered, his eyes never leaving the scope.
Jeremy nodded, his finger steady on the trigger. "Keep it up. We need to thin their numbers."
Greg scanned the battlefield, his heart pounding. "Watch out for the rogues. They're getting closer."
Their bullets found their marks, striking down hunters and providing much-needed support to the pack below.
Despite his injuries, Phoenix fought with fierce determination., beside him his mate, Silver, and Shadow fought with the same determination ripping apart every rogue they encounter.
Phoenix's claws and fangs struck with deadly precision; each movement fueled by sheer willpower. He refused to fall, his heart filled with a desire to protect his pack and his family.
Azriel and Max joined the fight, their movements swift and calculated.
Azriel's beta and omega blood gave him an edge in the battle, his claws and fangs striking with deadly accuracy.
Max was a whirlwind of strength and skill; his every move was a testament to his training and strength.
Amidst the chaos, the she-wolves warriors, led by their leader, Yara, joined the battle. Yara, fierce and determined, moved with deadly precision.
Her mate, Sebastian, the pack's head warrior, fought by her side, his powerful form a whirlwind of strength and skill. His eyes were filled with fierce protectiveness, his muscles tensed with every blow.
Their gamma, Rocky, was a force to be reckoned with, his claws and fangs striking with lethal accuracy. His eyes burned with intensity, his body moving with lethal grace.
Sephora and Ivory, two of the fiercest she-wolves warriors, fought with unmatched ferocity.
Sephora moved with grace and agility, her claws slashing through enemies with deadly precision.
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Rise of the New Moon...The Last Stand
Hombres LoboSecond book ----------*****---------- Marcos Rivera is the Alpha of the New Moon Pack. When his former pack was almost wiped out by a surprised rogue attack orchestrated by his uncle, he decided to move with his Beta Javier Vega and what was left o...
