Chapter 28

　　Everyone stiffened. 　　Jeremy looked in the direction of the arrogant speaker. It was him. The naked werewolf. The man who had taken down their Alpha. 　　Jeremy furrowed his brows. He knew Byron was a very skilled fighter, and it would take an extraordinary opponent to defeat him. 　　The man was young, and he stood naked as the day he was born. But he didn't seem bothered by his nakedness. Nor did he care about his pack losing. He sounded like he was the one winning. 　　Jeremy didn't know him, but he knew the naked man should not be underestimated. 　　The naked man should be the Alpha of the enemies. The idea seemed ridiculous judging by how careless the man looked. But when Jeremy saw hatred and determination deep and unsurpassed in his eyes, he understood. 　　But Jeremy was equally confused. What had they done? What had the pack done to ignite such hatred from the man? 　　"If you don't want your Alpha dead, let my wolves go," the naked man repeated in an equally confident tone. Although h