"Um, now that we have solved the factory problem, I think you should have breakfast. You need to take care of yourself, you know," Brian said.
"How can I possibly think of eating when this is happening to my pack?" Triston asked.
"I know it’s your duty to take care of your people… but you need to eat for your own safety," Brian said with a serious face.
Triston slowly got up from his seat as he closed the file in front of him.
"I... maybe the food I want to eat now is human. I want to eat my enemy. I want to have their flesh for breakfast." Triston spoke with clenched teeth and dark squinted eyes. Brian took a step back as Triston walked around his desk with his hand crossed behind his back and walked out of the room.
At the Magic Pack
Aaron groaned in pain, clutching his head as
