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Damon's POV "Devante!" I yelled before landing my hard fist on his pretty face. He cursed out as his body hit the floor in a heavy thud. "What the fuck?" He groaned, checking out his busted lip. "What the fuck?! You can curse at me right now, Devante, what is wrong with you? What the hell is all this?" I wasn't really in the mood to address the crowd of werewolves that were already gathered, watching my brother make a damn fool out of himself. Devante grew up being spoiled, he just wasn't the right person I'll choose for a brother if I had a choice but sometimes, we don't always get what we want from life. "My face," Tunde snickered from behind me as Devante groaned. "When did you get back?" I asked angrily. "This morning, a few hours before the ritual" He answered, glaring at me. I composed myself before turning back to the crowd, disappointed at the fact that my first duty as their Alpha is this. "Everyone, I'll wa