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Thorn. At my orders, Brad is bound tightly to a sturdy wooden post at the center of the pack. As I walk in followed by the gammas after waging war against the red wolves camp. I look at his posture and it’s a blend of defeat and simmering defiance. The pack members murmur and they gather in numbers at the public spectacle. This is the punishment for treason in the Moonsdale pack and they cannot understand Brad Adamas is treated like a criminal. “Please, Alpha, have mercy on my son!” Mrs Adamas yells in tears as I walk through the crowd, standing in front of Brad. He is disheveled and disoriented, his gaze darts furtively, scanning everyone with a mix of fear and calculated cunning, his mind seemingly working through a plan of escape that will never happen. He doesn’t know I have swept h