Third Person's POV
Dwight's face turned pale. His wolf claws dug into his palms, blood dripping onto the stone bricks beneath his feet.
He never expected things to escalate this far. He'd anticipated mere verbal reprimands.
"Lycan Erasmus, I know I'm wrong... no, I'm guilty. Please show mercy," he pleaded in a panic, his voice cracking. The parliamentary hall echoed with his whiny wails.
His wolf howled in agony, sensing the darkness of his future.
His pheromones reeked of sulfur, and his once sharp wolf eyes were now dull.
The authority of the wolf parliament was unshakable, and Dwight's fate was sealed by Lycan Erasmus's verdict—a divine judgment from the wolf deity, irrevocable.
"Drag him out!" Lycan Erasmus commanded with a wave of his hand.
Dwight, whom he had personally promo
