The morning of the tribunal dawned bitterly cold, the sky over the Ironwood territory a bruised, suffocating gray. It was the perfect backdrop for an execution masquerading as justice.

Dr. Aris wheeled me through the heavy oak doors of the Great Hall. The sheer scale of the room was designed to in

The Great Hall devolved into a chaotic hum of frantic whispers. The pack members were deeply unsettled, their eyes darting between their beloved Alpha and the towering, terrifying figure of the Lycan Inquisitor who had just hijacked their legal proceedings.

Dr. Aris slowly walked around my wheelch

Kaelen tapped the top of the projection matrix with one black-gloved finger.

A high-pitched hum vibrated through the Great Hall, setting the crystal chandeliers rattling above us. A blinding pulse of azure light erupted from the matrix, expanding outward until it formed a massive, three-dimensional