Sehun’s body shivered in anger, fury and disgust. He wanted to chop his head off, scrape it with a knife before kicking it like a soccer ball all the way to Madagascar.   “I’ve expected you to come.” Won Bin smiled innocently, the gold decorations of the heir chair. That chair was strictly for the royal were-wolf family.   No one else had the nerve or the right to sit on it until now.   “You get your off my throne.” Sehun threatened, his voice raspy and unrecognisable.   Won Bin just chuckled, placing his hand under his chin and watching Sehun with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know, I have this whole place surrounded. If you attack me or even try, the coyotes surrounding this area will race up here and kill you.”   Sehun snorted.   It was a lucky thing that the throne room was empty, just the two of them in the room. He would make sure that Won Bin will never ever walk physically again, which meant, he would kill him, no hesitations regarded.   “I’ve always wanted to play with you Sehun, but you never came by.” He fluttered his lashes with a small pout, “You don’t even say hi to me.”   Sehun ignored him, “I’ll give you 2 options. Either stay here and get yourself killed or flee right now with your minions and never return.”   Won Bin furrowed his brows, “Is this a trick question?” He mumbled, like a child who was on the verge of crying.   “So dying it is.” Sehun rolled his eyes, already annoyed by the royal coyote.   With a flick of his fingers, the doors behind Sehun closed shut and the locks fell into place. His gaze hardened, glowing emerald while his canines grew longer along with his claws.   “You’ll regret taking my kingdom in my absence.” Sehun clenched his jaw. Behind Sehun, a miniature tornado formed, peeling the wallpapers back and smashing whatever loose objects were around the throne room. The chandelier above him rocked back and forth, threatening to fall.   “Oh, Sehun’s got powers!” Won Bin clapped childishly, sitting straighter in the chair. He was fond of Sehun and his heated and handsome mysteriousness.   Sehun heaved a sigh, stretching his hands to his side. He snapped his fingers and balls of air whirled above his palms, furious yet gentle at the same time. He threw a ball of wind towards Won Bin but the bastard had jumped from the throne chair, landing on the opposite side of the room.    Won Bin smirked, letting his tongue click annoyingly. “Poor Sehun, did you forget I can defeat you easily?”   Sehun merely grinned, pelting another ball of air. Won Bin held out his hand and the ball disintegrated mid-air.   “Come on Sehun, make things more interesting.” He pouted, looking extremely bored as he examined his nails.   Sehun swallowed the curses threatening to lunge out from the depths of his throat. Before Sehun could even think of chucking another wind ball, Won Bin summoned a large streak of pure fire. It rippled in his hands in a blast of oranges and reds. He whipped it towards Sehun but Sehun deftly dodged the blow, landing on a glass table.   Won Bi