Rana felt nothing.
No love. No hate. No regret.
Just a cold, hollow emptiness where her heart used to be.
The trial began.
The Council called witness after witness—pack members who had suffered under the Alpha's rule, wolves who had been forced into unwanted matings, families who had been torn apart by his greed.
Then it was Rana's turn.
She walked to the center of the room, her spine straight, her chin lifted.
She told them everything.
The years of silence. The threats. The complicity.
And she told them about Iva—the way the Alpha had tried to sell her daughter like livestock. The way Rhys had stood by and watched.
When she finished, the room was silent.
The Council members exchanged glances.
Then the head Council member spoke.
"Gamma Rhys," he said, his voice cold. "You have
