Third Person's POV"Alpha Damian," Lance's voice was low and melodic, yet it carried a chill that could freeze blood."We met on the battlefield many years ago. Do you remember?"While Lance wasn't as massive or rugged as Damian—who was built like a grizzly bear—the sheer, dominant pressure radiating from his body was far more potent.Under this display of rank-based suppression, Damian's wolf instinctively recoiled.He was forced to retract his wandering gaze and turn his head, offering Lance a strained, tight smile.Just moments ago, while speaking with his aide Silas, Damian had used only the language of the Western Tribe, feigning an arrogant inability to understand the capital's dialect.But now, under Lance's direct pressure, he spoke in near-perfect, standard capital tongue."How could I forget?" Damian let out a dry, forced chuckle."It's been years, Alpha Lance. You're certainly not that pup on the b
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