Marcel's POV
The atmosphere in the Judgment Circle was thick with tension. The place was called so because it was the venue for making drastic judgments, such as the one to be passed out today.
The vast open space at the heart of the pack's territory was lined with towering stone pillars, each etched with ancient runes that spoke of battles fought, sacrifices made, and, most importantly, laws upheld. Today, it would witness a crime that could never be forgiven.
The crowd was silent—strangely so for such a grand occasion. Delegates from surrounding packs filled the seats, their eyes trained on the center of the clearing where Alpha Xavier stood, shackled and bound, his head lowered in defeat. The seats in front were filled with the high-ranking alphas and their warriors, all present to w
