Chapter 61: Pack Justice
(Diana's POV)
The air in the ceremonial chamber was suffocating. It felt heavy, oppressive, wrapping around me like chains pulling me down. My wolf clawed frantically inside me, unable to calm under the weight of what was happening.
"No!" I roared through the pack bonds, my voice shaking with fury. My breathing was uneven, and my hands were trembling. "These memory archives must be corrupted! This isn’t real!"
My voice echoed, but no one responded. Instead, silent stares met my outburst—accusatory, disdainful, cold. The gathered wolves moved subtly away from me. Their scents now carried disgust, faint disappointment, and worse—pity.
"I swear on my bloodline!" I shouted again. My voice felt too loud, too sharp against the quiet room. My wolf thrashed,
