Theodore's voice was as cold as the frost on a winter night, carrying a werewolf's inherent authority:
"This is my home. I come and go as I please. You have no say in the matter."
The eldest master of the Sanchez family, a werewolf with a long - established presence in the pack hierarchy, glared at him, his face contorted in rage. His werewolf features, usually hidden beneath a human facade, briefly twitched with anger.
"This is my home. I've lived here since I was a child. And you? This is probably the first time you've set foot here in sixteen years!"
Theodore retorted, his werewolf instincts sharpening his tone:
"You dare speak of rights when you're the intruder? In the werewolf world, bloodlines and legitimacy matter, and you lack the true mark of a legitimate heir."
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