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Chapter 103

Darius's POV

"How the hell!!!" I roared, slamming the werewolf against the wall with all my strength. My hands clenched tightly around his neck, lifting him off the ground. His feet dangled helplessly, his face turning a deep red as he struggled for breath.

"Is it possible that strong werewolves like you cannot trace a mere witch?" I bellowed, my fury boiling over. The failure was intolerable.

"We... we tried, but it seems they have some kind of spell making it hard... to trace their scent," he gasped, his voice choked and desperate.

My jaw tightened, and I battled with my rage. The instinct to rip his head off surged within me, but Becca's words echoed in my mind: I needed more men in this battle.

Reluctantly, I released my grip, and the werewolf crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. I turned away, struggling to rein in my anger. Taking a seat, I felt a rare and bitter sensation—uncertainty. The realization only made me angrier. I grabbed a bottle from the table and hurled it agai
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