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Can you even hear yourself out? Huh? Can you?" Lycan King Miller growled angrily as he looked at Zachary. "How do you expect me to be calm? Yesterday was the mating ceremony and what happened in the territory? 28 humans were killed and what is so fantastic about it? They were all werewolves." Miller growled angrily as he got up from where he sat down. "Tonight is going to be a beautiful festival when we walk down the street, making prayers to the goddess and how sure are you that we won't also be losing more than a dozen of our kind to whatever monster is out there. Huh? Tell me, Zachary!!" He growled. "How come you're so quiet about this, Tristan? Your authority is now going to be questionable. How could you be so careless to let this happen? How could you?" Miller fired at Tristan