I clicked into the message thread again, my eyes locking onto the image and the embedded video beneath it. The captured scene was unmistakable—Lawrence, once arrogant and untouchable in the lower pack territories, now restrained and marked by enforcement forces.
The Alpha Council's justice had finally reached him.
Something inside me eased as I watched it play. The threat that had once lingered around Francis and me like a predator's scent was finally gone. No more watching my back. No more sensing danger in every shadowed corner of the city.
And with the nature of his crimes exposed—lives taken, lines crossed beyond redemption—it was clear even pack law would not release him again.
Ever.
I didn't hesitate. I called Francis immediately, needing to share the relief before it faded.
He had already seen it.
