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Brent was devastated, pacing around the large glass house of the mansion, what was supposed to look like chandeliers was a huge Crystal ball that slashed numerous colors of rays in the room. The sun added its beauty by making it sparkle and the nearly arranged white buttermilk sofas that lay around the Diamond tiles.
Max stood still in an arrogant pose despite feeling frustrated and covered in shame. He had to retreat or those horrible Lycans would s***h every one of his men and leave him with nothing.
And from the look of things, they were not just here for him and the men but the entire pack which would turn into a bloodbath soon and he couldn't risk that.
The Hyde wolves he thought would defend them were massacred by some of his men whom he never considered to be that brutal.
