The Alpha’s Moonbreather
Becky stood near the far end of the table, head bowed in false respect, but her eyes glowed with quiet satisfaction.
Kion was already speaking when Kai entered. “Alpha,” he said, rising to bow slightly. “We’ve reviewed the testimony again. Luka confirmed his earlier statement. The evidence against the prisoner stands.”
Kai sat without responding. His chair creaked under the weight of his silence.
Becky stepped forward. “With respect, Alpha,” she said smoothly, “the longer this drags on, the worse it looks for the pack. The people are confused. They don’t understand why a traitor still breathes while others have died for less.”
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