Lennox’s POV
A knock echoed through the study, and I instantly knew it was Damien. He didn’t wait for us to let him in—he opened the door and stepped inside.
I glared at him as he entered, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. Rather, he began speaking.
"I know being sorry won’t make up for all the terrible things I did to you three, but I just want you to know that I’m truly sorry..." He paused, inhaling deeply.
"These past three years I haven’t been myself... I made decisions I regret now, and I wish I could turn back the hands of time and undo them, but I can’t..."
My frown deepened. Still, I said nothing.
"I only hope that one day, the three of you find it in your hearts to forgive me..."
He didn’t wait for our response. With quiet dignity, he turned and left the room.
Before we could even process his words, a guard entered and bowed respectfully. "Alphas, the trial has begun."
I nodded and exchanged glances with my brothers. Together, we rose to our feet and made our way to the pack hall.
The moment we stepped into the hall, every person present rose to their feet and bowed their heads respectfully.
My brothers and I walked forward in unison, each step echoing with authority. We took our seats at the front, flanked by guards and elders. The hall was packed, yet it felt cold. Tense. No one dared to speak.
The trial began immediately.
Anita’s father was brought forward, shackled in chains and brought in by warriors. He looked older than I remembered. Just one day in the dungeon, and he looked like a shadow of himself.
The charges were read aloud: Treason, use of black magic... attempted murder.
There was no need for arguments. No need for defense. Even as the elders began their formal questioning, my mind had already made its decision. All this was just formalities.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anita.
She sat silently among the front rows, her head lowered, her shoulders trembling. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks. She wasn’t supposed to be here, but she had begged to stay for her father’s trial.
When the questioning ended, all eyes turned to me.
It was time.
I stood, my eyes darting around the room.
"After careful deliberation and overwhelming evidence, this council finds you guilty on all counts."
Anita’s father said nothing. He simply stared ahead, like the words meant nothing to him.
I took a deep breath and glared at him.
"As Alpha of this pack, I hereby decree that you, and your entire bloodline, be banished. Effective immediately."
Gasps echoed across the room.
Anita buried her face in her hands, her sobs breaking the silence.
"And as for you..." I said, turning my gaze back to the man who had caused so much pain, "You are to be crucified to death at the border. Let your punishment be a warning to all who think of betraying this pack."
He still didn’t flinch. Not a word. Not a plea. It was obvious he was expecting this.
Anita and her mother began crying, but I ignored them and turned to the guards.
"Make sure the verdict is carried out today."
The guards nodded and bowed.
Levi and Louis rose beside me, and together, we exited the now chaotic hall.
Back at the mansion, we entered the sitting room to find our parents waiting.
Father stood stiffly near the fireplace, while Mother rose from one of the couches the moment she saw us.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, like she’d been crying.
"Lennox... Levi... Louis," she began softly, stepping forward. "I know you’re angry. I know what we did was wrong. I just—"
"Stop," I cut her off.
She froze.
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