Kazil
“That f*****g bastard!” I snarl, throwing my phone against the wall with enough force to send shards scattering across the floor. My blood boils, the sheer rage coursing through my veins like molten fire. Devon. That treacherous son of a b***h. A warrior I trusted—no, relied on—had the audacity to betray me!!
All because a f*****g Blood Pact had been fulfilled.
That snake used this opportunity to escape Stormclaw right from under my nose, slipping away like the coward he is.
The thought alone fuels my anger, my hands clenching into fists so tight my knuckles turn white. My breath comes in heavy pants, each inhale stoking the fire of my fury. I built this empire with my own hands, bled for this pack, and now—now, I have enemies circling like vultures, picking at my legacy.
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