Chapter 66 You Should Have Let Me Die

• She started to laugh as the whip cracked again and again, so many times that she lost count. The other bitch needn’t worry, if she survived, no way she was hanging about the pack. Not when she wasn’t even a wolf. Why should she be subject to their fucking archaic rules when she got nothing out of it, not even a wolf form so she could shift and rip that bitch’s throat out?
• The gray turned black, the fire muted to dull agony as her body refused to process any more pain. The scent of blood, her own, filled her nostrils as she slumped over the rock and fell into blessed darkness.
• When she woke again, the clearing around her had emptied. Not a soul left to either help her or witness her humiliation. Lifting her head, she couldn’t hold in the cry as agony sliced through her back. It felt red-raw, as though she had no skin left.