[MIKHAIL]
"Looks like you're new to Agustin Fedorov, brother. Leave me be. I don't want to talk about anything," Mikhail insisted. He didn't want to change his mind about what could have been right or wrong.
Agust deserved to suffer for the pain he had caused the people of Kiyoto. It did not matter whether he had done it directly or not because no Lycan would have tried to attack a pack without the approval of their king.
That was all that mattered to him.
He wanted nothing to do with the Lycan because he knew that this was never going to change. So many things had gone wrong for the both of them and if Mikhail caved, then he wouldn't stand a chance to fight anymore.
He had to be steadfast.
"But Mikhail—" Ilya tried.
"I'm tired, Ilya. I haven't rested for the past three days. My body aches and I need to rest. If you want to be nice to the devil out there, then sure you do it. I won't stop you. As for me, I'll go to bed and get some deserving rest.
