With Mina’s wild laughter fading down the corridor, the hall fell into a heavy, uneasy silence. Damian exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening as he turned his gaze back to Lambert. The boy looked emptied out— just a hollow shell waiting for whatever punishment would fall upon him.
Before Damian could speak, the scrape of a chair echoed. Alpha Max of the Coldstone Pack stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
“Alpha Damian,” he said, voice deep but courteous, “I beg your indulgence. I wish to plead for the boy’s life.”
A ripple of surprise washed across the hall. Damian lifted his chin, giving him silent permission to continue.
Alpha Max cleared his throat. “Theo has been stripped of position… Luna Mina has fallen to madness. To behead her only bloodline—” he hesitated, “—may the harshness n
