Madison’s POV
The trial ended the way I had expected. And still, it hurts.
I stood at the edge of the council hall, listening as Dylan’s sentence was read aloud in a voice with no sympathy. His pack was punished publicly. The judge gave three strict verdicts:
1. No Alpha Summit for ten years
2. No political authority
3. No meaningful voice in council decisions.
Nothing is left for Dylan now, except for his name! Everything for him now is hollow and under the shadow of darkness. Dylan didn’t look at me. But I felt him.
The mate bond pulsed suddenly, sharp and unwelcome, like a knife dragged across old scars. I took a deep breath and the pain spread behind my eyes, and then down my spine. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it was deliberate. Intentional.
He was doing this on purpos
