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At the pack's borders, those frightened women and children were being precluded by those partying at the borders. Quite a lot were filming them too.

"Please stop!" one of the women pleaded tearfully.

"Let us pass, please!" a little black-haired boy begged.

"Nope," a warrior of the 12th-ranked pack said with glee.

"She's the one who let us go," another remnant Ralton disputed.

"Who knows if you're trying to escape while she's dealing with your Alpha? I thought you were proud to be Raltons?" Alpha Dmitri's warrior interrogated mockingly as he munched on a yellow fruit.

"I allowed them to leave, so let them go. Whatever happens to them in the future is none of my business," Lavana's voice was heard from above. Everyone looked up to see her standing on a sturdy tree branch, arms folded.

"And I thought I warned you guys not to film at all. Was I speaking to myself earlier?" she questioned with a deep scowl.

Immediately, many threw down their phones and cameras, some even stomped on them t