Chapter 103 The Trial

• “Illegitimate Alpha Damon of the Moonshine Pack, you‘ve been accused of betraying your responsibility to your pack, endangering your pack, breaking your treaty with the Federation, provoking conflict with a neighboring pack, and breaching pack territory without gaining the permission of the other Alpha. How do you plead?” Logan laid out the charges. “Not guilty,” Damon insisted with a smug grin. “And, it is just Alpha Damon.” “Not in this trial,” Logan said. “The plea is not guilty?” Thomas asked. The rest of the Moonshine pack members were whispering amongst themselves.
• “Is there anyone here who would like to speak in the defense of this illegitimate Alpha?” Logan asked. He looked around. None of the pack members spoke up. Logan looked at Damon, watching his smug smirk start to fade. “Is there anyone at all?” Thomas asked, looking around. Behind him, Logan heard Damon’s family members struggling against their gags, crying out muffled protests. “Will you not let my family speak for me?” Damon asked, looking at Logan. “Does that not make you the same as me?” Logan looked at Thomas. “Your family are not viable witnesses to your actions.” Thomas concluded. “Their bias is tainted by blood, not pack loyalty. A parent will protect their child no matter what they’ve done, but a pack has a mind for self-preservation, even against their own Alpha.” Logan nodded in agreement. “Agreed, your family cannot speak for you,” he said. “Then let me speak for myself,” Damon insisted. Logan shrugged. He let go of Damon, nudging him in the back as he did so. Groaning, Damon got to his feet. His legs trembled as he supported his own weight, the bandages on his back began to redden with blood from reopened wounds. “I am Alpha of this pack,” he said in a deep, low voice. “I have supported all of you, carried your weight, provided for you. You can’t turn your back on me now!” “You stole from us!” someone in the crowd shouted. “You starved us!” another persona shouted. “You sent us on raids to die!” another voice cried out. Logan sighed, shaking his head.
• He stepped forward and held his arms out, urging them to lower their voices and settle down. He didn’t need a riot to break out over the trial. “It seems as though your pack wouldn’t agree,” Logan said. “And