Princess Elena’s POV
The courtroom sprawled across a grand hall in the Midwest Packhouse, far larger and more formal than the one where the first trial was held. Every detail spoke of authority and gravity, with rows of polished seats, heavy wooden panels, and banners of the Pack lining the walls. This case had drawn nobles and royals from every corner; whispers and murmurs floated across the room like an electric current.
I stepped in first, my mother, Lady Valentina, close at my side. Behind us, our two lawyers walked steadily, their presence reassuring yet firm. Every eye in the room seemed to settle on us as we moved through the crowd, the weight of the moment pressing on my shoulders.
My gaze immediately found Alpha Dwane and his lawyer in the front row. He gave a small nod
