Chapter One Hundred Forty One
A seemingly well-planned attack.
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For some reason, Leighton felt outnumbered.
Wiping the blood that smeared on his sword, he looked at the body that piled over his outer border. Blood covered the snow as the air grew dense to the amount of bloodshed that happened. There had been a hefty amount of attack these past few days. It was never new in his pack, but this seemed strange. For some reason, he feels like something was missing. A lot of his warriors were confused about where these rogues were coming from.
It was enough that he was pulled out of his packhouse.
These opponents were no match for his beast. He did not even need to let him in control to annihilate all of them. However, it does not mean that the whole thing was not enough to tire him out.
