The great hall blazed with firelight and overflowing mugs. Wolves packed every table, roaring laughter and stamping paws in celebration. A hog roasted on a spit, musicians hammered out a victorious tune, and mead flowed like a river.Ethan stood tall at the head table, a silver circlet on his brow, chin high. Grace sat beside him, Johnson curled asleep in her arms, shielded from the noise.“Tonight,” Ethan bellowed, raising his goblet, “we drink to vengeance!”A chorus of howls answered.He gestured sharply. Two guards dragged Caroline into view—her wrists bound, hair matted, clothes torn. The crowd quieted in anticipation.“She thought Ironclaw would burn,” Ethan declared, voice cold. “But we remain. And she... will serve.”Gasps. Then snickers. Then applause.A warrior shouted, “Make her crawl!”Caroline flinched as Ethan nodded.“Refill their cups,” he ordered.Grace leaned in, voice sharp. “Ethan. Stop this.”“She deserves it.”“She’s still a liv
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