Alpha Tristan sat at the head of a long, oak table, his piercing gaze fixed on his Beta, who stood before him with a respectful bow of his head.

"Beta," Tristan's voice was firm, commanding. "I need you to extend an invitation to Rebecca's father. We must discuss what will become of her after the trial so he won't come up with excuses that we caught them off guard."

Alpha Tristan nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Yes, Alpha. But may I ask what your intentions are?"

Tristan leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled in front of him. "Rebecca has betrayed our pack. She has broken our...