Chapter 91
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They looked impressed. A few even smirked with respect. Good. Rylen peeled off to guide the male Marines and I saw a few of them already starting to pull up like roosters, eyeing the wolves roaming the grounds.
Idiots. Zuki stretched in my mind, tail swishing. “Let them try. I could use a snack.”
Yeah. This was gonna be fun.
Rylen POV
The males were already puffing up like peacocks before we even hit the barracks.
I could feel Anton pacing under my skin, his tail high, teeth bared in a grin. He lived for this shit. Testosterone, challenge, the electric crackle of dominance in the air. I swear the wolf thrived on the idea of some human trying to chest up to us just so he could knock them
flat.
We turned the corner toward the newly built barracks, clean, sturdy, with just enough space for a few good brawls, and that’s when I felt
Wolves. I didn’t even have to look.
“We got company,” Anton growled. “Stormclaw boys. Scents fresh.”
Sure enough, a group of our pack warriors lounged by the shade of the east barracks, arms crossed, all cocky grins and low slung swagger. A few of them sniffed the air dramatically.
“Oh look, fresh meat,” one drawled, nodding toward the humans. “They smell like fear and gunpowder.”
I sighed. Here we fucking go. The Marines, of course, took the bait. One of the younger ones, probably twenty with a buzzcut and bulging gym muscles, stepped forward like he was hot shit. “You got somethin’ to say, wolfboy?”
“Wolfboy?” Anton cackled. Shit was about to escalate.
“Stand down,” I said, stepping between them. “We’re allies now. No chest beating necessary.”
But it was too late. One of the wolves grinned and shifted mid step, his clothes ripping apart as fur exploded and bones popped. In a flash, he was a massive, grey furred beast with a glint in his eye that screamed I’m gonna enjoy this.
The Marine lunged before I could stop him.
And then… well, let’s just say the next sixty seconds were a humbling experience for everyone in digital camo.
The wolf dodged, side stepped, and flipped the Marine flat onto his back with a single swipe of his paw. The others followed, more wolves stepped in as a handful of Marines tried to take them down, fists flying, military training on full display. But the thing is…
They weren’t ready. Wolves are stronger. Faster. They fight with instincts honed by blood and survival. And these weren’t your average wolves, they were Stormclaw elite. Within minutes, most of the Marines were face first in the dirt, panting and wide eyed.
I gave the command to stop before it got too bloody. The wolves backed off, tails flicking, grins smug as hell. Silence settled.
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Then one of the corporals, a tall, dark skinned guy with sharp eyes and a split tip, pushed himself to his feet and turned to me.
“Okay,” he said, voice gravelly and full of new respect. ‘We get it. You win.”
He glanced back at the others. We’re gonna need to fight like you. Please… teach us.”
I met his eyes and gave him a single nod.
“We will. Starting tomorrow, at dawn. You’ll train with us. You’ll learn to move like us. Think like us. Survive like us. But don’t expect it to be easy.”
Anton huffed a laugh in my mind. “Let the games begin.”
I looked out at the battered Marines, still stunned but not broken. Not afraid. Just… aware.
Good. They were learning.
And this was only the beginning.
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