Silence settled over the room after Sylvia's last words.
No more.
We're done.
Michael's gaze dropped to the floor.
His shoulders, always so straight in training, rounded in on themselves.
Adam let the quiet stretch for a heartbeat, then two.
“Enough for today," he said at last, voice calm but final.
“The punishments are set.
The exiles will be arranged.
My steward will confirm the details with your elders." Alpha Brown bowed his head.
“Yes, Your Majesty." He glanced at Sylvia, something like regret flickering in his eyes.
“Miss Gray—Sylvia—" She met his look without flinching.
“Thank you," he said stiffly, “for what you once were to this pack." It wasn't an apology.
It was more than she'd expected.
“You're welcome," she said quietly.
Luna Victoria's lips thinned.
For a mome
