It was Magnus!
Salvatorre grasped at his aching neck. He flashed a feisty smile as he got on his knees.
“I thought we were friends!” he muttered.
Magnus raised an eyebrow, “ You guys are destroying the home, the territory we have built for long, this cost us our blood and sweat!”
Salvatorre scoffed, “cost your blood and sweats? Your territory was built upon the destruction of other packs! At the cost of those Omegas! Look at what you did to them!”
“Those Omegas have chosen to side with us!” Magnus blurted.
“Because you swayed them!” Salvatorre replied.
Magnus didn’t throw another word, instead he backed off when he saw another group of mad wolves coming to get Salvatorre. He was just left there to be devoured. Salvatorre clenched his fists at what he realized at this moment.
