Merverlan's POV
"Alpha Merverlan! Please calm down! We shouldn't start a war for no reason!" An old man kneels in front of me, trying to stop me from starting an attack on Cartely pack.
This is the 5th one, and I'm not about to waste my time with them. "How do you want to die?"
The man was silent, and I glanced back at Dawson behind me, who immediately knew better and stepped forward to drag the man away. The man, still undeterred, yelled, "Tyrant!"
Tyrant? Maybe. All I knew was that what I wanted was mine!
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My men bashed the guards on the gate with ease. I didn't even pick the strongest of my army to deal with them. I guess, the Cartely people are just as lousy as their leader.
I gave Beta Dawson a signal and he rushed to pick up a little kid running in the stree
