The aftermath of the intense battle left the warehouse in shambles, with debris and fallen wolves scattered across the floor. The pack stood victorious but exhausted, their breaths heavy and hearts racing.
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POV: Alex
Alex, bruised and battered, surveyed the scene. His eyes fell on Marcus, who lay on the ground, defeated but still defiant. "It's over, Marcus," Alex said, his voice cold. "You've lost."
Marcus chuckled weakly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You think this ends with me?" he spat. "You have no idea what's coming."
Before Alex could respond, a sudden movement caught his attention. Ethan emerged from the shadows, dragging the traitor by the arm. "I found him trying to escape," Ethan said, his voice filled with betrayal.
Alex's eyes widened as he recognized the traitor—Daniel, one of his trusted advisors. "Why, Daniel?" Alex asked, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow.
