Steven's POV
"What did you say?" My tone was low and authoritative as I glared at my fashion design manager, challenging him to repeat his words.
"The designers—who were meant to create the lady’s clothing line—they all abruptly resigned," he stuttered, his voice shaking.
"Resigned?!" I scoffed, the laugh sharp, filled with disbelief and fury. "Are you kidding me? Do you grasp the significance of this? We’ve already informed the media about an incredible line in five days. FIVE DAYS! How could they quit now?" I shouted, my voice resounding in the room as his posture tightened in apprehension.
"They’re nothing more than failures," I dismissed, treating them like insignificant bugs beneath my heel.
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Liam's POV
"Hurry up!" I shouted, my voice resonating across the training grounds as the wolf warriors trained with their sticks.
"We’re facing an imminent attack. The demon wolf is still out there, hiding in the dark, and we don’t know when or how he’ll strike. We must be prepared. We
