By the time Damon was dragged onto the tribunal platform, he was almost unrecognizable.
The once-proud Alpha now lay sprawled on the rack like a broken heap of flesh.
"Damon Whitlock illegally traded silver bullets, seized control of ports, and monopolized mineral veins. His crimes are unforgivable!"
I raised my hand and slammed a thick stack of documents onto the tribunal platform.
Every page recorded Damon's crimes in detail.
Dates, locations, witness testimony, and physical evidence were all clearly organized and irrefutable.
The crowd erupted in an uproar.
"Did Lieutenant Wainscott compile these?" someone asked.
I lowered my gaze. My fingers brushed over the familiar, elegant handwriting on the papers: Submitted by your subordinate, Blake Wainscott, for the Alpha's review.
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