*ALPHA BARRET*

I massaged my forehead, sitting in the middle of the table, staring side by side as my pack Elders discussed, argued and scolded me for still not pronouncing any punishment for what Miceala did.

"This is unacceptable! The wedding did not hold because of her! Her punishment should be death!" One of my Elders spat.

I didn't utter a word, their voices alone gives me migraine. I know Priscilla was behind their urgent meeting. I can tell her handiwork even in the dark.

To be ...