Chapter 107. Sweet Moments

As the moon cast its silver glow over the estate, Damian summoned a trusted guard and issued a single command:

“Announce it. Tomorrow, at dawn—Lila’s execution. Let it be known throughout the pack. But warn them—no women and children are allowed.”

The message spread like wildfire. Whispers turned to murmurs. By midnight, even the stars seemed to hold their breath.

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The sun had barely risen when a restless crowd began to gather at the pack’s central arena. Despite the warning, curiosity proved stronger than fear—some women and even children slipped into the crowd, eager to witness the fall of the She-Devil they’d heard about in hushed tales, and seen with their very eyes.

Soon, the massive gates groaned open. Damian entered the arena, flanked by Lucian, the elders, and a line of armored warriors. His presence alone was enough to hush the crowd into silence. He stepped forward, eyes sweeping across his people.

Then he began to speak—his voice cal