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As the tension crackled in the air, Damien, wreathed in an aura of malevolence, smirked as he lit a twisted roll of weed. The pungent scent wafted through the room, casting an eerie haze around them. Holding the smoldering joint, Damien extended it towards Dax, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent.

"Come now, Dax. Take a hit. It might help you see things more clearly. You need to understand your place. Surrender to me, and together, we can rule this pack as equals."

Dax's nostrils flared with disdain, his voice filled with defiance. Thinking if Damien had lost his mind entirely. He tried to understand the motion behind this but every single moment was just perplexing to him, he never seem to understand why his stepbrother was acting this way despite all his efforts to stop him he was being defiant and relentless.

"I'll never bow to you, Damien. I won't relinquish my rightful position as the leader of this pack. You've strayed too far, blinded by your hunger for power."

The room crack