-CLEIN'S POV-
Immeasurable fury enveloped my quivering physique, and my legs purposefully dragged me to a long, murky passage going to the basement of the brick home.
Call it folly or desperate intent, but I wouldn't bother giving a crap because I'd grab anything that could help me eradicate the rogue's big boss. With clenched fists, my harsh look, capable of digging a hole, landed on the two unknown male wolves in front of me, who were arguing like toddlers and causing apparent strife.
"Do you have a death wish?" The dark-haired scrap snapped at the brown-haired one. His guttural deep voice boomed through the inertia of the torch-lit corridor. "He will kill you with this, son of a b***h!" he exclaimed, waving his arms in the air to convey his point. "Damn it!" And I just don't see why
