Chapter 202

Alpha Rolan's POV 

The crowd was hushed, their collective breath hanging in the air like the tension that gripped my chest. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the courtyard where Griffin was bound to the stake. 

I stood at the edge of the gathering, my heart pounding as the final moments unfolded before me. Griffin’s hands were tied above his head, his wrists bound tight with thick rope. 

He didn’t struggle, not anymore. His face, once proud and defiant, was now a mask of resignation. The flames hadn’t been lit yet, but the air around us was thick with the anticipation of death. 

I cleared my throat, forcing myself to speak as I turned to face the pack. Hundreds of eyes stared back at me, a sea of familiar faces now twisted with confusion, disbelief, and sadness. 

They had never expected this. Neither had I if I was being honest with myself.

"I know this is hard to witness," I b