[Angel's POV]
Having my inner thoughts bluntly exposed, Arthur's face grew angry, but he still retained some semblance of reason.
He glanced at me and spat out a sneer with malice, "You don't think you're still some lofty Lycan commander, do you? You have betrayed your pack and your beliefs, and you're a traitor and a disgrace to the Wolf Royal Family. How can you still be so proud?"
"Right now, you're just like everyone else here; nothing more than the master's subordinate and slave. So, could you stop being so pretentious? This is the last piece of advice I'll give you as a comrade."
As Arthur spoke, it seemed as if he regained his sanity; he sarcastically watched me while waving his hand to signal the Lycans beside him to follow his pace.
Arthur left with his men from the edge of the forest, and I stood there, pondering over his baffling words.
What does 'I'm just like them' mean? My relationship with the MASTER is an equal partnership, not at all like these people.
