Chapter 49

The moment Cory fell on the floor, Ragnar clutched his glass with anger.

Wolves didn’t pass out because of illness like humans did. Apparently, Cory drugged himself, or let’s say, the old king drugged Cory for some sick reason. Either way, Ragnar had to take Cory to the hospital now.

“Or we can just leave him here and go back to enjoy our engagement night with her,” Raven swung his tail indifferently, “Even if he dies, it’s none of our business.”

“They saw us with him in the bar, alone,” Ragnar said. He was pissed off by his sneaky brother’s dirty trick. They indeed got witnesses tonight, but those witnesses would portray Cory as the victim, him as the perpetrator. “If he died, or someone else found him like this. They would assume we attacked him or did something to him. The old dog would have the excuse to arrest us and execute us,” he said.

Raven grunted with dissatisfaction. He hated those calculated sneaky tricks. If he wanted someone dead, he would fight fair and square.

“Are