Brinley

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't seem to remember how to force air in and out of my lungs. I'd been the unfortunate recipient of many physical altercations with members of the pack and had received less severe punishments, but I'd never been whipped before.

Coal faced his father, his expression a cross between absolute fury and guilt, the deep timbre of his voice much closer to wolf than man, "You can't do this! I'm not going to let her be punished when I antagonized her. This was my ...