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Painfully, she said, and Damien's calm expression started to deteriorate. Had she not been in agreement with the plan? Had she not volunteered her loins to make it work? The pregnancy could very well be the cause of her foul demeanor, but Damien did not deserve being treated in such a way, he was only seeing for the pack's interest, and as a leader herself, Potema's duty was juts the same. "If there is anything you wish to say then Spit it out already," he growled, having had enough of the witch's mood. Damien had been too permissive for too long, but he was the master of the forest, not Nemesis, not Cicero or Potema either, him.