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My aunt turns to look at Vulcan, he nods and she gives him a sad smile. “I respect you giving an apology, I also know you are telling the truth about being lied to about the attack being sanctioned. For the crime of treason I sentence you to one years incarceration and a five year magic bad and monitored when released” they all look up with tears streaming down their faces. ‘She is definitely more lenient than me’ Denu mind-links me. I just smirk at her. Vulcan takes my hand, kissing the back off it. Aunt Lilith finishes off the sentencing before she sits back down. Vulcan stands going back to the front of the stage.

Alpha Adam thundered, “You have been charged with treason. For betraying the trust of your pack and the willful destruction of Sceptre’s warehouse through the detonation of an explosive device. And since evidence shows you planted the device with full knowledge that the staff was present. You have been charged with manslaughter. Seven innocent men were killed. Do you have anything to say in your defense before judgment is passed?” There was pin-drop silence in the chamber, and it felt like everyone held their breath for a moment as they waited for what Veronica was going to say or if she would even say anything at all. “I plead guilty,” Veronica said into the microphone that had been connect

Four closed his eyes. "On the charge of attempted murder of Manuel Santos?" "Guilty." "On the charges of blackmail, stalking, and connections to organised crime?" "Guilty on all counts." The courtroom erupted. Judge Chen banged her gavel demanding order. I felt relief wash over me so powerfully that I almost sat down. Sarah requested maximum sentencing. "These defendants orchestrated years of terror. They deserve no leniency." Judge Chen agreed. "Vincent Carver and Gregory St. James, I sentence you each to twenty-five years in federal prison without possibility of parole."

This theft is the final straw. The High Elder cleared his throat, the sound like dry leaves. The theft of a sacred heirloom by a member of the servant class carries a mandatory physical sentence to ensure the spirits of the ancestors are appeased. Valerie, for the crime of grand theft and desecration of the Alpha vault, you are sentenced to five strikes of the silver tipped whip. A collective gasp rippled through the hall. Silver tipped whips didn't just hurt; they left scars that never fully healed on a wolf's skin. The silver would burn into her nerves, a permanent reminder of her shame.

As his accomplice, Verna was sentenced to life imprisonment and deprived of her political rights for life. After the verdict was delivered, Craig was escorted by the bailiffs, ready to be transferred to prison. Handcuffed and shackled, he spotted me in the crowd and froze in his tracks. His lips trembled slightly, and across the room, he silently mouthed, "I'm sorry."

However, Venus was many times more shaken than the whole country. “Venus?” Lou said softly. “I'm sorry, but Vrosiden has sentenced you to death as soon as you wake up.” That means today.

When the judge returned after deliberation, the entire room held its breath. “Frank Veyron,” she said, her tone solemn, “you have admitted to obstruction of justice and destruction of evidence in connection to a major criminal investigation. While the court recognizes the extenuating circumstances involving the threat to your daughter’s life, it cannot ignore the consequences of your actions. The law cannot bend to personal fear, no matter how grave.” She paused. “Therefore, this court sentences you to three years in state prison, with possibility of parole after eighteen months, contingent on continued cooperation with ongoing investigations into the Serenity Wellness Center case.”

He just held on tighter. The judge’s voice broke through the silence like a stone dropped in still water. “After reviewing all presented evidence, witness statements, and expert testimony, this court finds Rose Valerian and Vanya Alaric, guilty on all counts, including conspiracy to harm a minor, attempted murder, and evidence tampering.” Vanya whimpered. Rose didn’t even blink. “You are hereby sentenced to twenty-five years in prison,” the judge continued. “With no eligibility for parole until fifteen years served.”

She looked old. "Isabella Voss," the judge said. "You have pleaded guilty to Conspiracy to Commit Kidnapping, Wire Fraud, and Tortious Interference. The plea agreement suggests a sentence of five years." He paused. He looked at Aurora. "However," the judge continued, "this court has discretion. And based on the victim impact statement... based on the calculated, malicious nature of your actions against a vulnerable family..." He banged the gavel. "I sentence you to seven years in a state penitentiary. With no eligibility for parole before five."

His tall frame hovered on my figure, I had to crank my head up to look at him. I could feel my heart catching a more sped up rhythm, but I stood still and acted as unfazed as I could. Eye to eye. Blue to hazel. After an abrupt pause, he spoke with such authority and power that almost brought me to my knees. "I regard this as one of the highest violations, beneath only betrayal and murder, in our law." I gulped, my lips trembling somewhat. "What are the consequences?" "Life in the penitentiary, the death penalty, banishment-- "