Chapter 330: The Rising Storm

**Thelma Zane’s POV:** Locke’s defiance was met with Aldrich’s swift retaliation, a punch that landed with the force of unrestrained anger, sending one of Locke’s front teeth flying. Without a moment's hesitation, Aldrich shifted back into his human form, his hand clamping around Locke's neck with a vice-like grip. His voice was dark, laced with a warning that brooked no defiance. "Watch your tongue, stray dog," Aldrich growled. "Even if you lose it, I have a hundred ways to extract the information I need." I stood back, watching the scene unfold, feeling a grim satisfaction at Locke's predicament. My patience had worn thin, and I was more than willing to see him suffer for his sins. "In the name of the werewolf pack and the Supreme Court, you’re under arrest, Locke," I declared coldly. "Your crimes are numerous—organizing a terrorist organization, attacking packs, kidnapping children, conducting evil sacrifices, and committing murder and assault." As I pronounced his sentence, I