Skye's POV
My father didn’t release Damian and his pack.
Not even after I asked quietly and hesitantly if there could be another way. But he was firm, colder than I had ever seen him before. What Damian did… what his pack dared to do, was considered treason. It wasn’t just a scuffle on neutral land or a border misunderstanding. It was an organized attack on Crescent Valley—on royal grounds. And there would be a trial held for all of them.
“A public trial,” he had said with steely calm, “so every neighboring pack hears of their betrayal. So no one forgets what the Silverclaw Pack did to this kingdom… and to you.”
Then, with a wave of his hand, he ordered them to be dragged away to the palace cells, where they would remain until judgment was passed.
My breath caught as the guards yanked
