Logan's POV

The hall goes silent.

I remain seated, fingers steepled on the table. Every eye in the room fixes on me, waiting. Elder Miriam's expression shifts from triumph to wariness.

"Alpha Logan?" Her voice carries false deference. "Do you have something to add before we proceed with judgment?"

"I do." I stand slowly, deliberately. "I have evidence to present."

Lucas shoots me a sharp look. Through our twin bond, I ...