Liam’s POV
I take a steady breath, the tension in my chest tightening as I finally speak the words I’ve carried with me since the moment I stepped into this room.
“Luna will be exiled from the pack,” I declare, my voice cold and resolute. “Stripped of every title she once held. No position, no protection, no right to call this land home. She is to leave—and never return.”
The words echo in the silence that follows. A final verdict. One I refuse to take back.
Father leans forward, fingers steepled beneath his chin. “So be it,” he says after a long moment, his tone solemn. “If we let her stay, we endanger Ava. We endanger the future of this pack.”
I nod, the weight of his agreement settling over me like a seal of finality. But then—
“No,” Jack says.
I blink.
He doesn’t shout. He does
