Feral's P.O.V.
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"Now," War said. "Raise your hand if you want me to take over."
Every single hand in the room went up, aside from Shooter, Chopper, and the bunnies that were just watching with horrified expressions.
"You went behind my back," Shooter said. "You turned my brothers against me."
"Didn't take much," War replied, looking at his father with pure disdain.
Shooter scoffed out a humorless laugh.
"You gonna trust a group who betrayed their last prez?" he spat.
"They're loyal is to me and always will be," War replied simply.
"How can you be so sure? I thought the same thing," Shooter countered, looking around at all the brothers. Not one of them looked away from him or backed down. They're all sick of Shooter's sh.it.
"I haven't given them
