The King's Decree
The alpha raised his voice, letting it echo through the hall. "Noelle, the traitor, shall burn at dawn. A spectacle for all to see—a warning to those who dare oppose me."
A roar of approval surged through the crowd. Warriors slammed their fists against the wooden tables, the sound reverberating like a drum of war.
Bethany smirked, leaning into Mikey. "It's finally over. Noelle won't survive this."
Mikey exhaled, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "And once she's gone, nothing will stop us."
The alpha continued, "Tonight, we celebrate our victory! Drink! Feast! For at dawn, we cleanse the pack at its filth."
The grand hall erupted in cheers, goblets clinking as meat and bread were passed around. The scent of roasted boar filled the air, but beneath the revelry lurked a sinister truth—Noelle's execution was the night's true entertainment.
And somewhere in the dungeons below, she was counting down the hours.
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