Back in Alpha Tronel’s pack, the atmosphere was thick with tension. The pack's war room, usually reserved for strategy meetings, had turned into a battleground of words. Alpha Tronel paced back and forth, his frustration palpable as he glared at Crystal, who stood calmly with her arms crossed.
“Useless,” Tronel growled, slamming his fist on the wooden table. “You’ve lost your edge, Crystal. We had everything planned, and yet you let them slip through our grasp! What good are you if you can’t even manage to capture one girl?”
Crystal’s expression hardened, her cold eyes flashing dangerously. She stood still for a moment before stepping closer to Tronel, her aura dark and suffocating. “Careful, Tronel,” she hissed, her voice low and menacing. “I don’t take kindly to insults from someone wh
