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CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR: THE BEGINNING

Author: Solo J wright
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-30 19:06:13

SHARON’S POV

Justice has a smell.

It’s sharp… metallic… charged, like lightning trapped in the air.

That is the scent that wraps around the courtyard this morning as the entire pack gathers. Men on one side, women on the other, their expressions a battlefield of clashing beliefs.

I stand beside Morris on the raised platform. The sun hasn’t fully risen yet, but the morning light sinks into his presence like it recognizes him as something worthy to illuminate. He looks every bit the Alpha. broad-shouldered, calm, unyielding. And next to him, I feel the weight of eyes on me. Whispers. Judgments.

The accused stands in shackles before us, the man who assaulted the maid. His clothes are torn, his face bruised from being apprehended, but there is no remorse in his eyes. Apparently he attempted to flee yesterday, but the patrols caught him before he could cross the border.

He really thought he could just go free. He thought he could run from justice. What a joke.

He spits on the ground, glan
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