In the center of the spacious plaza, a crowd had gathered.
At the center of their attention stood a male whose face had turned a deep, furious purple. Loki gnashed his teeth in anger but forced himself to endure it.
"Ophelia, what do you mean by that?"
"It means exactly what it sounds like—I never intended to invite you. You don't deserve to attend my bonfire party, let alone step foot into the territory of the Fuzu Tribe," Ophelia replied coldly. "Take your prey and your people, and get out of my tribe right now."
Rebuked so harshly, Loki could no longer suppress the blazing fury in his chest. Pointing a trembling finger at Ophelia, he shouted, "Ophelia, no matter what happened, we were once mates! Do you really have to make things so ugly?"
"If you don't leave now, don't blame me for getting physical," Tyler said, stepping forward with a piercing glare.
The males of the Fuzu Tribe were also itching for a fight, rolling up their sleeves like butchers ready for a slaughter.
