The Next Morning – Public SquareThe pack gathered in the square at dawn. The air was thick with tension. Whispers passed between warriors, mothers, and elders. The news had spread like wildfire: the Gamma’s daughter had been found guilty of treason and murder.

On a raised platform stood the execution block, carved from obsidian stone. A heavy silver blade rested upon it.

Sisi was dragged onto the platform, her hands and feet bound in silver cuffs, her once-shining hair matted with sweat and ...