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Chants Outside the Chamber

I turned to the other traitor, Stylo, a lean and wiry werewolf with black fur. His eyes were flashing with intensity, and he was glaring at me with all the power left in his pale body. I moved closer to him, with a mocking smile on my face, and I playfully cupped his bloody chin.

I didn't care if the blood would stain my hands, I just wanted to show these fools who the boss is. Stylo kept glaring at me, and he tried to release himself from my chokehold, but the wolfsbane and silver made him weak. I just chuckled hysterically, albeit squeezing the face of this helpless wolf, before finally leaving him alone.

"Wow! You cheeky lots dare to challenge me…" I snarled, my fur bristling with anger. "I don't even know what this world is turning into. Small folks like y'all, will just wake up on a fateful day, and think you can just upturn me, upturn the hierarchy of this pack, just like that… JUST LIKE THAT, HUH" I growled, maniacally.

In a couple of seconds, my calm countenance changed to a
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