“ For a horrid failure in the Finnish ministry, that guard has too much guts.” Exclaims Damon with his gaze stuck on the empty horizon of the tarred road. Asher ignores his brothers Lamentations. His frustration hits the skies for not being able to fire such a fast car at it’s maximum speed, owing chiefly to the crowded road that leads away from the Packs precincts.

“ I blame none but mom, for his putrid disrespect towards us. She upholds that looser in high esteem and it’s starting to get on my nerves! ” Damon sighs deeply while his sights navigates the Nexus of car moving languidly before theirs.

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