After the final battle and the defeat of the bandits and traitors, Zalyric wasted no time in dragging out the true root of treason: the Duke of Fenric House.
For generations the Fenrics had been known for their greed and ambition, and now their downfall was laid bare before the people. The Duke's three sons—two alphas and one omega—and his two daughters were bound and forced into the open, paraded before the crowd.
When they reached the plaza, the air was not filled with solemn silence but with rage.
The people who had long suffered under Fenric rule shouted with fury and grief. A scarred soldier with missing fingers shouted, "Kill the traitors!" His voice was rough from war.
An old man in tattered robes, leaning on a stick, shouted, "Execute them!" His face showed bitterness.
A young husband, his clothes smeared with ash, fell to his knees and screamed, "Because of you, my pregnant wife died!" His voice broke into sobs.
