Brock’s Perspective:
I could see the young traitor was visibly shaking but refused to speak. He simply stared at the ground; his eyes clouded with fear. Brock felt a pang of compassion; how could a young pup be caught up in such treachery? Just like the young she-wolf, who had also been branded a traitor.
I mentally contacted Justin, my voice urgent with suspicion. "I sense the witches have a hold over these young wolves. They don't fit the traitor profile. Can you question them separately in lockdown? I believe the witches have twisted their minds with deceit."
Justin nodded solemnly; determination etched on his face. "I'll get to the bottom of this, Alpha. Don't worry."
As Justin escorted the trembling pup away, Brock forced a smile before heading back to his office. Passing by Melan
