THIRD PERSON POV
“DAMN IT!”
Natasha screams and curses. Slamming her fist on the table and biting her lower lip from time to time out of anger and spite for what she just heard through her familiar.
“My Alpha, the rightful heir of the Red Claw Pack Alpha Magnus Cross.”
She remembers the words that Callix said and the entire conversation that her nemesis had before her familiar was crushed and killed by none other than the divine goddess where she felt the light mana in a split second.
“I shouldn’t have trusted that fool to do the job!” her disappointed tone and screaming words. “For the second time and the worst one, you failed to do the simplest thing, Natasha.” She blames herself.
Partially but deeply. Now that she is informed and aware that her failure does not just circle to
