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Chapter 6 - THE TURN OF THE TIDE

Rowena’s sudden lunge was met with blinding speed.

Before the blade could even clear the air, Commander Gideon moved like a dark blur, intercepting Rowena’s wrist and twisting it until the dagger clattered harmlessly against the stone steps. Rowena screamed in pain as Gideon forced her to her knees, pinning her arms behind her back.

Tristan roared in primal fury, his wolf trying to force its way to the surface to protect his mistress. He drew his broadsword and swung wildly at Cedric.

CLANG!

Cedric didn't even draw his primary sword fully. With casual, contemptuous ease, he raised his gauntlet-covered forearm, blocking Tristan’s blade, and countered with a devastating kick to Tristan’s chest.

Tristan flew backward across three stone steps, crashing heavily onto the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood as his sword shattered into pieces.

Cedric stepped over him, placing the heavy steel heel of his boot directly onto Tristan’s throat, pinning him to the earth. The Iron Wolf looked down with absolute disdain.

"You don't deserve to breathe the air of this continent," Cedric growled, pressing down just enough to cut off Tristan's oxygen. "Let alone rule a pack."

Isolda walked slowly toward them, her silk gown whispering against the stone. She looked down at the man who had humiliated her, chained her, and sold her in a black market mud-pit. There was no anger left in her heart—only a profound, liberating pity.

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"I am not a blight, Tristan," Isolda said softly. "And the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes. She simply reveals who people truly are in the end."

Tristan clawed desperately at Cedric’s boot, his face turning purple, choking out apologies and desperate pleas for mercy that fell on deaf ears.

"Spare him execution," Isolda said quietly, looking up at Cedric.

Tristan’s eyes widened in brief hope.

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"Strip him of his Alpha status," Isolda continued, her amethyst eyes flashing with divine authority. "Strip him of his lands, his wealth, and his title. Cast him and Rowena out into the northern wastes with nothing but the clothes on their backs. Let them learn what it truly means to be a starving, rejected outcast."

Cedric smiled, his amber eyes glowing with immense pride. "As my Queen commands."

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