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Alpha Enzo's silence was more menacing than any outburst could have been. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly. His eyes blazed with fury, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared down the rogue who had the audacity to return alone, leaving behind the rest of his fallen comrades. The rogue's tattered clothes were soaked with blood, some of it his, most of it belonging to the others who hadn't survived. He looked terrified, as though he knew the moment he arrived that failure would cost him dearly.

Alpha Enzo slammed his fist down on the wooden table, the sound reverberating through the chamber. “What do you mean all of them failed? You’re telling me Damien wiped out an entire squad of rogues, and you’re the only one who managed to crawl back?” His voice was low, but filled with barely controlled rage.

The rogue winced at the force of the Alpha's anger but tried to explain. “Alpha, I swear—I’ve never seen anything like it. Alpha Damien and his warriors...they’re ruthle