21

The moon hung high in the sky as Dax, fueled by a mixture of determination and righteous anger, convened a meeting with his most trusted advisors. The weight of recent happenings had settled upon his shoulders, and he knew that decisive action was necessary to uphold justice within the pack.

"Bring Miranda to me," Dax commanded, his voice firm and unwavering. His loyal guards nodded in acknowledgment, and swiftly departed to fulfill his orders.

Miranda, once a revered member of the pack, had betrayed their trust and conspired against their interests. Her position as one of the top citizens of the clan had granted her privileges and power, which she had shamelessly abused. Dax would not let such actions go unpunished.

Minutes later, Miranda was escorted into the meeting room, her countenance a mix of defiance and trepidation. She locked eyes with Dax, her gaze filled with a flicker of arrogance, but it quickly faded when met with the intensity of his glare.

"Dax, what is the meaning of