Rose was thrown onto her knees in front of Alan. The chains rattled as she struggled to stay upright, but she glared up at him with all the hate she could muster.
"Silence," Alan’s voice cut through the air, commanding, clear. The crowd stilled, awaiting his words.
“You all know who this is," he continued, his gaze never leaving Rose’s. "Rose, formerly of the Winter Pack. A traitor. A schemer. She’s spent months using manipulation, deceit, and lies to tear apart this pack, trying to divide us with her games. But tonight, she stands here not as a member of this pack, but as a criminal. And she will answer for her crimes.”
I felt the weight of Alan’s words settle over the gathering, a heavy silence following his declaration.
“She is responsible for countless acts of sabotage,” Alan went
