Chapter 108 : Expectations

The beta wolves stood in a tense semicircle, their eyes fixed on the man before them, waiting with bated breath for his words. Maxwell sat directly in front of him, his gaze piercing through the dimly lit room, anticipation and frustration etched on his face as he looked at the man.

The silence that followed the man’s stare was thick with tension, every second stretching into an eternity as they awaited his response, maybe patiently as they looked at the man.

The man, bruised and battered, struggled to maintain his composure. His voice wavered as he spoke, betraying his fear and pain.

“I don’t really know who sent us,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

His words seemed inadequate, a feeble attempt to disguise the truth behind the tremor in his tone. He hoped his words were convincing enough, though he wasn’t sure if his state of agony had clouded his the manner that he said this to Maxwell and his men.

Maxwell, who still sat there with a figure of intimidating authorit