"General, is something wrong?" A beastman with bear ears and a huge build asked timidly. His trembling gaze fixated on the wide and firm back of the red-haired man before them.
The silence continued.
Though there was silence, the warriors of the Beastmen Territory could feel that there was something more ominous today compared to the hell they suffered these past few days.
General Lucien Lupine finally snapped.
And this time, the beastman felt that they would not be so lucky as the past few days. Staring at the straightened back of the young general, it was as if they were staring at death itself.
It was terrifying that they could only blank out.
Lucien Lupine's voice pulled the beastman from his fear-filled reverie.
"Wrong? Everything went wrong when my mate has been taken away from me." Lucien's voice was low as a deep growl reverberated from his chest—his canines flashed as he turned and sneered at the beastman who asked him.
