The trial was held in Silvermoon's central amphitheater.
Thousands gathered—warriors, civilians, even former nobles. Above them, crystal scryers floated, transmitting the proceedings to every pack within the realm.
On the stone dais, Serena stood in chains.
She wore no armor, no jewelry. Only a pale robe and a smirk that barely concealed her fury.
Councilor Maelis read aloud the charges.
“Treason. Conspiracy. Poisoning of royal blood. Attempted regicide. Suppression of lineage records. Falsification of war history."
Elara stood to one side of the platform, dressed in ceremonial battlecloth, the Moonborn armband gleaming in the sunlight. Her expression was unreadable.
Kael stood behind her, silent, his arm still bound from the battle wound.
When Maelis finished, Elara stepped forwar
