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The atmosphere in the Alpha’s office of the Shadow Moon Pack was suffocating, filled with the scent of anger and dark magic. Alpha Tronel’s furious roars echoed off the cold stone walls, his rage palpable. He paced back and forth like a caged beast, his eyes glowing with fury, occasionally slamming his fists against the wooden table, leaving deep cracks in the surface. Crystal, the witch, sat calmly on one of the ornate chairs, her posture languid but her eyes sharp as a blade. She watched him with a mixture of disdain and amusement, her fingers idly tracing the rim of a goblet filled with a dark, unknown liquid.
“You incompetent fool!” Tronel bellowed, turning on her with a look of pure venom. “How could you not locate her? I thought you were powerful! I thought you could track anyon
