Ryan's POV
"She should be exiled or executed! A traitor will always be a traitor!"
Sarah's words echoed in the suddenly silent hall. I watched the faces of my pack members as they reacted, some nodding in agreement, others looking conflicted. This was exactly what I'd feared. The fragile unity I'd managed to maintain was fracturing before my eyes.
My gaze found Diana at the far end of the high table, her face composed despite the attack, her arm protectively around Damian. Beside them, Lucian had risen halfway from his seat, his hand near his weapon as he assessed threats. The sight sent a pang through me—this should have been my family to protect.
"Enough!" I commanded, my Alpha authority filling the room. Even Sarah stepped back at the edge in my voice. "This dinner is concluded. Cou
