The three days following Nyxen’s public breakdown flew by in a blur of swift, decisive justice.In the grand hall of the Pack House, Alpha Edward presided over the council with a cold, unyielding fury. Nyxen—stripped of his future Alpha title, his rank, and his pride—sat bound in heavy silver chains beside Aphra, who quivered with wide, terrified eyes."For the destruction of the sacred Moon-Blessed Harness, treasonous disrespect toward elders, and gross abuse of pack authority," Alpha Edward declared, his voice booming off the vaulted stone ceilings, "Nyxen is sentenced to three months in the deep subterranean dungeons, followed by perpetual labor in the border iron mines."Nyxen gasped, his face draining of all color. "Father—no! You can't do this to me over a few old straps!""I am your Alpha, not your father, from this moment on," Edward growled, refusing to look at him.He sighed, “When I had lost my son, I dared put you in my Luna's lap to console her grieving wolf… I regret doin
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