Chapter 295

LOGAN'S POV

"May your fate serve as a warning to all who would betray our trust," I said, my voice low and solemn.

With a nod, I signalled to the warriors, who removed Rocco's body from the pillar. The pack's wise and compassionate witch named Sophia stepped forward to perform the ritual of cleansing and closure.

As Sophia's words and gestures soothed the troubled spirits, the pack began to heal. The weight of Rocco's betrayal lifted.

Sarah, still defiant, spat at the council's feet as she was led away to her punishment.

Sarah's screams echoed through the hall, a haunting melody of despair and anguish, as the elders of the witches stripped her of her powers.

The once-mighty witch, who had wielded her magic with such precision and cruelty, was now reduced to a weak and helpless shell of her former self.

She lay on the floor, her body trembling with rage and despair, as the pack mocked and jeered at her, their taunts and teases a merciless chorus of condemnation.

"You who once sought