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The beta’s house was shrouded with an ominous atmosphere for three days now. Aside from Beta Mason Ritchell going in and out of the desolate house, no one had seen Lorrainne Ritchell ever since the dreaded news was delivered and confirmed by the intel sent by Alpha Nathan Crescent. For every pack member of the Crescent Pack, they could only shake their heads. The moment the beta’s daughter was taken as the tribute for the Blood Claws Pack, somehow, in their hearts, they could tell that Diana Ritchell would end up dead in that cruel environment. Everyone knew in the Crescent Pack how the beta couple pampered their only daughter. And now, with her death, it was even shocking that the gentle-looking beta was not lashing out. Beta Mason continued his days as if his only child did not perish.