Chapter 105 The defeat

The man took a step back from Maxwell's crumpled form, his gaze fixed intently on the fallen leader as he groaned in agony on the cold ground where he left him for life to drain out of Maxwell.

With a satisfied sneer, he turned away, heading back toward his own men, his posture exuding triumph.

The rest of the beta wolves’s entourage, now visibly on edge, shuffled nervously, their earlier confidence wavering in the face of Maxwell’s apparent defeat.

They braced themselves, readying for whatever might come next, their leader’s incapacitation casting a shadow of uncertainty over their ranks.

As the man approached his own group, their eyes darted between Maxwell's prone form and their leader’s retreating back, unease palpable in the tense air. The man was about to rejoin his comrades when a sudden, unexpected voice cut through the tension, stopping him in his tracks.

"I guess you missed," Maxwell's voice rang out, laced with a smirk. He had somehow managed to rise from the ground, his