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    The Northern officials were willing to offer formal apologies, gold, and mineral resources for the Snowdeer Town massacre. However, their primary goal was to secure a chance for a fair hearing rather than facing the tens of thousands of Western troops currently massed at the


    border.


    The Western diplomats distributed the parchment dossiers regarding the Snowdeer Town


    incident.


    Included were numerous gruesome eyewitness ounts–the truth as reconstructed by the Western soldiers who had been captured alongside the Crown Prince andter managed to


    escape.


    The civilians of Snowdeer Town had not been entirely wiped out; survivors hiding in cers and snow pits had witnessed the hellish ughter firsthand.


    In these documents, the identity of thete Crown Prince was scrubbed, using the alias “Rowan” instead.


    But Lance and Elias knew the truth: “Rowan” was actually Crown Prince Lucian.


    As Lance and his team read through the gut–wrenching testimonies, their expressions shifted. A heavy weight seemed to settle in the room.


    Up until now, their own inquisitors had interrogated Velda and Brock Freeman countless times, forcing them to recount the details of the raid.


    However, it was ringly obvious that those two had omitted the most depraved parts of the


    story.


    The reports detailed how the Northern soldiers had systematically tortured innocent pups and she–wolves to force Rowan out of hiding. Worse, they detailed the agonizing treatment Rowan endured once he was captured.


    Helia signaled to Julia, who handed a separate copy of the dossier to Cyrus in the observer’s gallery.


    Simultaneously, at Lance’s nod, the Northern officials began distributing the top–secret investigation files on the Frostfang massacre.


    The annihtion of the Frostfangs was inextricably linked to the tension at the Bloodscar border. Lance had no intention of letting this bloody debt go unmentioned at the negotiating table.


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    A deathly silence fell over the hall, broken only by the dry rustle of turning pages.


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    Helia had managed the affairs of the Western Tribe for years; she had climbed to the core of power and was by no means a soft–hearted she–wolf.


    Yet, as she read the details of the Frostfang massacre, her eyes welled with tears.


    What struck her most was the tragedy of it: every Alpha and beta capable of fighting in the Frostfang Pack had already died on the battlefield defending the border.


    Those left behind were the frail, the elderly, widowed she–wolves, nursing pups, and low- ranking omegas.


    The crime scene reports were horrific. Every victim had been hacked to death with savage brutality. Pups were mutted beyond recognition, and the blood had soaked so deep it stained the very soil of the estate.


    Damian skimmed the Northern files. When his eyes hit the line “every corpse bore one hundred and eight stab wounds,” he snapped his head up. A vicious, dark glint shed in his beast eyes as he let out a cold, mocking sneer.


    “Why exactly one hundred and eight wounds? You should know better than anyone! When Rowan died, his body had exactly one hundred and eight gashes! Every single cut represents the humiliation your people inflicted on him!”


    The trantor began to ry the words with a trembling voice, but trantion was barely necessary; Lance and his team understood perfectly.


    Lance slowly lifted his gaze.


    “Lycan Gamma Damian, your words are chilling. We have never shielded Velda. Are you suggesting you intend to shield the criminals who ughtered the Frostfangs? If you truly want ‘blood for blood,‘ then those one hundred and eight cuts belong on Velda–not on a group of innocent pups and she–wolves!”


    Lance leaned forward, his Alpha aura grinding down without mercy.


    “Yourments make me wonder if you’re sitting here to get justice for dead civilians, or if you’re just trying to satisfy your own twisted bloodlust!”


    Damian’s wolf turned frantic and aggressive.


    He barked back defiantly, “The Frostfangs weren’t just some random border peasants! Even if they were nonbatants, they carried noble blood!”


    “So what?” Lance mmed his hand on the table the sound echoing like a gunshot.


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    “By your logic, you carry noble blood too. Does that mean you deserve to be hacked to death?”


    Damian was left speechless, his jaw working as he bared his fangs in a frustrated snarl.


    “That’s not what I meant! Alpha Lance, why are you getting so worked up?”


    Lance ignored the maniac, looking back down at the files.


    Helia and the other Western envoys also remained focused on the evidence, their brows furrowed. It was clear no one had the energy or desire to deal with Damian’s outbursts


    anymore.


    As the final pages were turned and the files closed, representatives from both nations lowered their heads.


    A heavy shroud of sorrow filled the air. Both sides expressed deep, somber regret for what had happened.


    Whether it was the massacre at Snowdeer Town or the annihtion of the Frostfangs, both were crimes against humanity.


    Since both nations had chosen to sit at this table, they had to move past the bickering. They had to respect the facts written in blood and stop the pointless denials.


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