"Naw naw... This challenge is a farce," Cù-Sìth, suddenly objected with a sneer.
"To reduce my mighty self to your meager strength would be a dishonor to the Cysgodol name. Ah...? And a flag of honor to you wretched Ravenswoods. Do you not know so?" Cù-Sìth rasped in a mocking tone.
Tristan narrowed his eyes, his fury, evident in those eyes. "We didn't come here to play games, beast."
Cù-Sìth wasn't disturbed by the younger wolf's toothless words as his crimson eyes glinted with sadistic pleasure.
"I believe I proposed there'd be some manner of interrogation earlier. And you traitorous get of the deposed Ravenswood regime owe me answers! How about you answer to me this way... allow me to introduce you to my pack...your befitting match for the entertainment."
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