โ†ฃ Broken Glasses

โˆพ ๐”ผ๐•ก๐•š๐•ค๐• ๐••๐•– ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ›: ๐”น๐•ฃ๐• ๐•œ๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐”พ๐•๐•’๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•ค โˆพ

โฅเน‘โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”เน‘โฅ

๐Œ๐€๐‘๐“๐„๐‹๐‹ ๐‚๐‘๐€๐’๐‡๐„๐ƒ ๐Ž๐ the table a couple of feet away, essentially breaking it into pieces. Lucian did not seem to snap out of the spell he was under as he unheard Esmeray's pleas to stop the fight. This was not just about two Alphas - whenever leaders fought, their clan or their packs fought with them. It didn't take long enough for the members of the Ignis pack to come to their Alpha's defense as they started attacking the Ventus pack members who dared to touch their Alpha.

The chaos had erupted.

She saw as Martell growled and stood up, blood pouring from the wound on his neck, the surrounding air changing. He summoned a heavy blow of air and threw it on Lucian, who successfully deflected it. He could barely stand up, Esmeray was not even sure how he would fight.