**Tom**
I glanced up at Cain, eager for some new updates. "What's the current situation with that bastard Razor?" I asked, trying to contain my frustration.
Cain shook his head. "Haven't heard a peep from him. It's been quiet on that front."
I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of anger. "That fucking bastard," I cursed under my breath. "He must think everything is well now that he's got his sister."
"We'll keep an eye out, Alpha. He won't stay quiet for long."
I nodded, trying to push down my frustration. Razor was a cunny bastard, and I needed to stay on top of his movements.
"We can just go ahead and attack him," Cain suggested.
"Cain," I called, "we need to think this through carefully. Alpha Razor is not someone we can underestimate."
Cain nodded, his expression serious. "I understand, sir. But we also can't let him get away with this."
