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“You ruined my fucking life!” Joey’s voice echoed across the grand hall, demanding the King Of The Blood Wolves' attention. “I never asked for this!” It was so sudden; no one expected Joey to speak. He had been resigned to himself for days in his depression. Stuck in his wolf form, unable to change back. Stuck because of him. He wasn’t planning on saying anything. He planned on letting his brothers handle this. But seeing the king’s blank, dead face enraged Joey beyond anything he felt before. This bastard didn’t care about us. He only cared about himself. “Joey!” Claudius blocked Joey's path, trying to rein in his brother’s anger. “I never asked to be a stupid, worthless, mangy mutt who can’t even wipe his own ass without help!” Joey cried out. “I never asked for your stupid gift! If you can even call it that. What about me, huh? What about the idiots like me who can’t handle the transformation! Stuck, malformed and useless. When do we get our retribution, huh? Who’s going to help us!?” Klaus wanted to soothe his brother. He wanted to hold him, correct him on his self-hatred, but this wasn’t the moment. No, Joey needed this. Klaus could handle the fallout, Joey needed to allow himself to be angry. What was more interesting… was the king’s reaction. Isaac Evergale, King Of The Blood Wolves… So young and already labelled with a title and infamous. He stood atop of a grand carpeted set of steps, bathed in crimson light from stained-glass windows that framed him. He had remained… unfazed. His face was as blank as it had been before. An intensity radiated from his eyes like no other, but he stood still, measured and looming. He made Joey look childish, like emotions were beneath him. Simply waiting for the outburst to reach its lull. Then silence fell. “…I see...” Isaac stated. “Your suggestion is noted, Josephat Giovanni…”