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The silence that followed their departure was deafening. Tronel stood motionless, his claws still embedded in the table, his chest heaving with barely controlled rage. His pack members watched him warily, their fear tangible as they braced for the inevitable explosion.
And it came. With a feral roar, Tronel swept his arm across the table, sending papers, glasses, and the remnants of the table scattering to the floor. “Traitors! Cowards!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the halls. “They’ll regret this! All of them will!”
But beneath his rage lay a seed of doubt, a creeping realization that, without Crystal’s support, his plans were crumbling. The pack and himself had relied on her power and guidance for years, and now they were left adrift. For the first time, cracks appeared i
