Raymond didn't raise his voice; he didn't need to.
When he spoke, the crowd leaned in like the wind had shifted.
“I'm not asking for apologies," he said. “I'm asking for terms."
Murmurs swept the assembly. Alpha Anderson's jaw flexed.
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“An independent review of your guard logs, supply ledgers, and every payment connected to the camp," Raymond continued. “Testimonies from staff, sworn and recorded. Restitution to Clara for unlawful punishment."
Anderson bristled. “You presume to dictate—"
“I'm ensuring this doesn't vanish when the snow melts," Raymond said.
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Clara stepped forward. “One more condition."
All eyes turned to her.
“All proceedings stay public," she said. “Every record accessible to the lowest-ranked omega. No sealed doors, no whispers that vanish when you turn a
