“Caroline Taylor is emotionally unstable," Mason's voice rang through the chamber, “and unfit for leadership."
His lawyer slid a thick folder across the long mahogany table. “These are medical records from her recovery. You'll find clear signs of delusional behavior, paranoia, and memory manipulation."
The Alpha Council, seated in a curved arc of high-backed chairs, murmured.
Caroline sat still, unflinching. Bryant stood behind her like stone.
Elder Renard squinted over his spectacles. “Miss Taylor, do you have a response to these… allegations?"
“Several," Caroline said calmly. “But let's start with this."
She opened her briefcase and placed a silver drive on the table. “Footage. From the night I fell down the staircase."
An assistant plugged it in. The screen behind the council fli
