I spent the next week preparing my defense with Ezra's help. We gathered testimony from every wolf I've helped integrate into The Nightshade. We documented my training programs and healing work. We compiled letters from the Alphas I've consulted with about pack reform.
"This is good," Ezra said, reviewing our materials. "It shows a clear pattern of you building community and helping others, not threatening it."
I still couldn't shake the feeling that logic and evidence wouldn't matter to the traditional Alphas. They've already decided I was guilty. The tribunal was just a formality to legitimize their decision.
The night before we were set to travel to the tribunal location, I couldn't sleep. I went to the balcony and found Ezra already there, staring out at the forest.
"Couldn't sleep either?" I asked.
"Too much on my mind." He pulled me close. "I'm worried about tomorrow. These Alphas aren't interested in fairness. They want you gone."
