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Maelynn:

Kadea must have seen the corner of my mouth twitch. "What?" Her eyes flicked between the two of us. "What have you two got in store for me?"

I shrugged, and gave her one of my devilish grins. "Gonna have to wait and see, aren't we?"

Tiberio:

I woke up a few hours later, and instantly knew that she wasn't here. I breathed in deeply, and analysed all the scents I gathered from that one breath. Kadea had left hours ago, by herself, and no one else had been in here but the Fireblood pack's healers, Yrene and Hafiza, with Chiron (their most promising healer-in-training) presumably hovering behind them. They would have been in here to do some medical checks, making sure that I was recovering properly from all the medications and surgeries I had undergone. I could see the picture clearly in my mind's eye with a small smile.

I let the breath out slowly, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. They slammed against the metal railing with a little more pressure than I thought I applied, and I rose to my feet as they touched the ground. An overwhelming bout of dizziness hit me and I rocked back on my heels, hitting the bed, my eyes clenched shut while my hands closed around the metal sides of the bed with crushing force. I heard a loud creak and my eyes flew open in surprise, widening as I took in the grotesquely bent metal in my hands.

In horror, I stumbled off the bed and knocked over one of the monitors that was standing next to my bed. It fell with a loud crash and sparks flew from it. I jumped away, and ran from the door, panic racing through my veins. I could feel my wolf surging towards the surface, and I fought him back, opening the door in a hurry. I raced out into the corridor, and knocked over Hafiza in my rush. I barely registered hitting her, and I distantly heard myself hastily apologise before I ran off, following the fading scent of Kadea.

I ran up the stairs, before I came to a crossroad of her scent. On the right side, her scent was faintest, forward was moderately faint, but the left side was the most recent. But Maelynn's scent was with her on the left and right sides. I made my mind up quickly, and ran down the left side, and it lead me down a short but broad hallway with thin, white, twin doors at the end. I shoved them open, and walked into the centre of the room before stopping dead.

Fannia sat calmly on the top of three stairs, and picked her head up off her paws as I walked in and stopped. I growled at her, and I couldn't stop my eyes from showing how uncontrolled my wolf side was, the bright, feral light shining through my usual human eyes. Her eyes were cool and calculating, and they flicked over my body silently. Impatient, I felt my ears beginning to itch as they lengthened and laid back against my head. I stood there silently glaring at her, with her gazing neutrally at me for barely ten seconds before hidden doors along the walls opened and a flood of armoured and weaponed Wolfblood's came out, filling the room quickly and efficiently.

Is there something wrong, Tiberio Argari? Fannia's voice filled my head, and I shook my head, trying to keep her out.

"Tell me where she is." I snarled around my lengthening fangs.

Even in her wolf form, I saw Fannia raise her eyebrows. Which 'she' do you mean? Because there are a lot of she-wolves in this pack, let alone the Wolfblood population or in the entire world.

I took a step towards her threateningly, and the armoured Wolfblood force stepped forward, closing the fifteen meter diameter circle they had around me by a meter. "You know which she-wolf I mean, you bitch." The surrounding Wolfbloods as one bared their fangs at me, while Fannia smiled coldly at me.

Maelynn is out right now, with Kadea. Though I doubt Kadea would like to hear that you are more interested in Maelynn's whereabouts then her own.

I leapt at Fannia, and the wave of battle-ready wolves leapt at me from each direction. I fought against them – half in my wolf form, half still human – all the while straining to forge a path towards Fannia, but the force was crafty, swift moving and brutally trained to read each move with precision. Slowly, they fell one by one underneath my brute strength, but at the same time, I could barely block all of the blows they threw and dealt to me. Even if I knew that they were holding back from inflicting the full amount of power and damage behind the blows, I couldn't help but not hold back from my blows.

All the while, Fannia was watching the fight from her place on the steps, but one minuscule signal from her that I didn't even see had them all withdrawing without a single noise. The warriors I had knocked down and what I had dismissed as killed rose from their still positions on the floor, being escorted out and supposedly seen straight to the Healer's Ward. Slow clapping broke my small realisation moment, and I looked to the front to see Fannia walking down the rest of the steps in her human form. I bared my teeth at her, but she continued down into the ranks and disappeared from my view.

"Tell me, Mr Argari, if I was to put you in a Guild, what sector do you think you would best fit into?" Her voice floated through the room like a cold winter wind blowing through drawn curtains. I couldn't place where she was, and I strained my ears in search of her.

"What Guilds are there?" I growled, half in curiosity and interest, half just to try and further locate her.

"Well, Mr Argari, there are many Guilds in this pack. There are the Hydra's, who are the pack's assassins and poisons masters, the Basilisk's, who are the fighting force standing in front of you, and the Sagaciter's Guild, who are our ranged attacking force. Then there is the Healer's Ward, which you already know what that is, the Owls, who are our scouts and messengers, and the Griffin's, which is our hunting sector. There are all the behind the scenes Guilds, like the Crafters, our builders, architects, weapon-smiths and armorers, the Sparkies, the pack electricity experts, and so many more.

"But, from what I've seen from this meeting, two pack Guilds stand out more to me for you." I whirled around and caught the dagger that was thrown at my face, inches away from my eyes, and Fannia came out of the gathered warriors – Basilisk's, Fannia had called them – and smiled icily at me. I kept my face stone cold, and matched her fiery mint green eyes. "Can you guess what those Guilds are, Mr Argari?"

Shrugging, I make a half-hearted joke, speaking with fake enthusiasm. "What? The Hydra's? The Griffin's, oh, even the Owl's or the Sagaciter's?"

"Close, actually, Mr Argari. I think you would be best placed in the Hydra's Guild or the Basilisk's Guild." Her voice wasn't joking, and her tone was cold enough to match Antarctica.

Surprised reared its head. "What?" I spluttered.

Fannia pursed her lips, and stalked towards me. Her movements reminded me of a cat's. Sleek, precise, and deadly. "Though, you don't have the build for the Hydra's…" She was muttering to herself, obviously thinking out loud. "The Basilisk's, on the other hand, you seem more suited too, even if you would be a bit behind on the training, but we could make that up easily…"

I watched her still, taking notes of everything she said, when her eyes met mine. Kadea's Third stood two metres away from me, and from here, I could see her mint green eyes were dark around the edges, and as the got closer to the pupil, the colour lightened. Her cheekbones were rounded smoothly, and I could faintly make out little scars that almost seemed to be carelessly flicked over her face.

"Mr Argari," Her voice interrupted me, and I blinked at her, silently tensing my body in anticipation. She saw my movements and her cruel smile fell back into place. "The dagger that is in your right hand at your side," I gripped the handle, the leather grip sitting comfortably between my closed fist. "I need you to throw that at the middle of the doors." My eyes flicked over to the doors.

"Which one?" I growled.

The Third held up a hand. "I'm not finished. I need you to throw the dagger in the middle of the doors, while someone is standing in front of the door and you. Both of them, are armoured and have weapons. The one near the door can knock your dagger away if they think the throw wasn't good enough. While you, on the other hand, will fight with what you have, though the dagger is only to be thrown at the door."

As she spoke, the flood of Basilisk's receded to the walls while two stayed where they were, awaiting orders. They were both wearing full body armour, and even from a distance I could see that the armour was silver. I shuddered at the thought of wearing that, and I watched as one of them shifted to their wolf form. From the size, the wolf was a male, but I could only see his topaz blue eyes and the sharp white tips of his fangs. The shifted Basilisk stepped forward silently, while the other one turned sharply on their heel and strode to the doors, and unsheathed a great broadsword that was slung over his shoulder.

"When your ready, nod at the Basilisk's, and your task will begin." Fannia whispered in my ear. I jumped slightly, and turned to her.

"You never told me where to aim specifically," I said to her. "Or what the point of this task is."

An amused light sparkled in her eyes. "The part right between where the two doors meet. And the point is to see if you can go through the Basilisk's training course without too many problems." The Third stepped away from me, and I took a slow breath in, attempting to slow my racing heart.

Kadea, I know you can't hear me right now, but I just wanted to say that your Third is crazy as shit, I thought to myself, before I nodded at the Basilisk standing patiently in front of me.

I barely had my head up before the fangs were out and snapping at my legs. I jumped back and a loud thunk of metal sounded behind me. The Basilisk retreated back a step and shifted mid-step, a silver, one-handed sword appearing in his hand. It was a beautiful piece of work, but I couldn't admire it for too long as the Basilisk leapt again at me, sword slashing down at my neck. I reached behind me, and my hand went around a leather wrapped handle. I swung the blade up and threw the two blades up, switching my right for the sword and the left for the dagger I was yet to throw.

With my right hand, I met the Basilisk's sword with my own, a sharp metallic screech ringing through the room as the blades scraped down the lengths of each other. I jabbed low, surprising myself at how naturally this came for me. The Basilisk's sword deflected it easily, and he retaliated with a blow going for my ribs. I flicked it away with a move of my wrist, and I let the light flash off the silver of my sword, hoping to blind the Basilisk. He saw what I was doing and ducked and kicked out at my legs. I jumped over the foot, and slashed down at the leg. The sword hit the armour and bounced off, but I wasn't looking at the sword.

The dagger had left my hand and was spinning towards the Basilisk at the door. The warrior stood there, perfectly calm, and I thought for a second as I landed that he would let it hit his armour and spin off. But at the last second, the Basilisk moved with soundless effort, and the dagger lodged itself in between the two doors. I let out a swift breath and ducked as the Basilisk in front of me continued to fight me. I ducked and weaved in and out of all his blows and attacks, and moved around in different directions, waiting for a opening in his defence.

Finally a small gap appeared, and I dove in, leaping at the Basilisk. As we hit, I drew my arm back and threw my weight against the warrior, heart in my throat with nerves as he stumbled to regain his balance. Then, the warrior fell, and I landed on top of his chest, sword point at his throat. The warrior stilled and for moments, we stayed there like that, eyes locked on each other. I saw a small glimmer of respect, surprise and approval in his eyes, and through my own eyes I showed my gratitude, just as I heard a shift of weight coming from behind me.

I turned and looked, and saw an enormous wolf at the top of the stairs. He was a blazing, rust red furred wolf, and his silver and gold armour made his fur seem all the more like flames. His marble grey eyes burned down at me, and I slowly got up off the Basilisk's chest, and dropped to one knee, feeling like this was someone who you wouldn't not show respect to.

"Tiberio Argari," Fannia's voice floated down to me, but I stayed in my kneel. "I would like you to meet the Leader of the Basilisk's Guild, Markus Stone."

Markus's voice filled my head with an air of authority. Tiberio Argari, rise.

I obeyed, and met his eyes for three seconds, before looking away. I swore he smiled.

It is my greatest honour and pleasure, to announce that the Wolfblood standing before you today, Mr Tiberio Argari, is now officially part of the Basilisk ranks. His voice must have been going through all the Wolves in the room.

The room erupted in howls and cheers, and I was swarmed by friendly looking Wolfbloods who took their helmets off, walked or padded over to me, and patted my back in congratulations. I looked around at the men and women around me in surprise and gratitude, and looked up at Markus. The Basilisk's Leader was still in his wolf form, but I could have sworn he was beaming with pride. As our eyes met, he sent me a personal look with his eyes.

Well done, and congratulations, Ty, those marble grey eyes read and I smiled and bowed my head back at him in thanks.