Leonard's POV:

I eyed the slave warily.

Once upon a time, I was betrayed by a slave in my pack. It was in the middle of a war. My pack had spent days preparing for this battle. But on the night before we set out, a slave had snuck out and leaked ou strategy to the enemy. They then trapped us in a valley and started a fire. The fire ravaged for a whole day, and the smell of scorched flesh never left my nose. I was lucky enough to survive that horrific night, but I didn't come out unscathed.

Ever since then, the condition of my body had just kept deteriorating. I could do nothing but watch as my strength and power slowly degraded.

This was why I hated traitorous slaves.

Unfortunately for this Sylvia, she wasn't only the daughter of a traitor, but also a slave. The fierce stubbornness on her face irritated me even more.

But what I couldn't understand was why the two kids insisted on protecting this slave one of which was even the sole son of the Sunset Pack's Alpha Martin.

voice sounded. He was cursing at his

him a lesson when I get back!"

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his head was scarce enough as it was. If

but on second thought, I figured it wouldn't be a good idea. After all, Martin was a hot-tempered werewolf. If I didn't let him vent his

over the

Owen, who was standing next to me, dropped his poker

expressionless, unbothered by most things.

far as I could remember.

Martin was around. Thankfully, whenever Martin would find himself losing against Owen, he would initiate a compromise between them. But this only bought him time. The two would

and Beta Owen. Rarely could they ever hold a decent conversation without exploding

Martin was at a loss, Owen couldn't help

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