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"Friendly? Don't you know that both sides are just waiting for a single moment to break the pact?" the man on the left stool scoffed, swirling his drink.

The one on the right chimed in. "Ever since that Alpha's father joined hands with a witch, any semblance of peace between us has vanished. Now, we're all just waiting for the chance to rip each other's throats out."

Radulf's grip tightened around his glass. His father's name was tarnished, spat upon, and blamed for the divide. A lump of frustration and resentment formed in his throat. Without a word, he tipped back the glass and downed the whiskey in one swift motion, feeling the burn scorch down his throat.

"You seem new here," the man on the left remarked, eyeing Radulf with mild curiosity.