The sky was washed with dazzling hues of pink and purple as the sun stretched closer to the horizon. Always one for a spectacle, Alpha Roman had Dante shackled and escorted to the courtyard through the throng of angry citizens. For his part, Dante was unfazed. He kept his gaze forward, looking towards the podium.
The crowd was alight with unrest. They demanded explanations, calling out the Alpha's unjust and untimely ruling. Dante did his best to hide his smirk. His pack was not as pliable as Roman Silver would have hoped. There were a small contingent of werewolves that supported their Alpha's decision. They would be dealt with accordingly. The plan was set, and everything would be ready.
Dante walked toward the podium. Roman had planned the spectacle of a public execution. For his o
