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The day of the Munera announcement finally arrived, shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.
Clyde, ever vigilant and suspicious, couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss as he prepared to depart for Purgatory Bar.
"Is there a problem, sir?" Vincent inquired, feigning genuine curiosity and confusion.
Unbeknownst to the Alpha, Vincent was the mastermind behind the impending storm that would soon engulf Shelter Bay. His facade of innocence concealed a sinister plot that Clyde knew nothing about.
"No," Clyde replied curtly, his brow furrowing as he sensed something felt off in the atmosphere.
But the Alpha decided to ignore it as he cast one last lingering glance at the wooden house and entered the car.
Meanwhile, in the dimly lit VVIP room of the underground fight club at Purgatory Bar, the air was thick with tension.
