This was the first time all the Alphas agreed on the same thing. Their voices rose together, a clear chorus of judgment that echoed across the pack grounds.
"Yes."
Alpha Dean's eyes filled with tears as the weight of his actions finally crashed down on him. No Alpha stood by his side. No one spoke in his defense. It was a silent, unanimous verdict that left no room for doubt. There would be no trial. The Alpha King was free to pass any judgment he saw fit.
"No, you cannot do this, King Voren. My grandfather founded the Western Tribe."
Voren scoffed, the sound sharp and dismissive. He ordered the warriors with a wave of his hand. "Take him to the dungeon. We will decide his fate after this matter is investigated properly, but for now, he does not need his manhood."
Vladimir smiled darkly, his eyes glinting with anticipation. Voren quickly added, "Not here, Dad. Please do it in the dungeon."
