CHAPTER 14~ THE DANCE OF SHAME~

~JADE~

The dance of shame was just as they called it. I’m not sure what I expected given the name, but this truly was the dance of shame.

I wasn’t given the liberty of a minute of rest, nor was I accorded the courtesy to either get cleaned or even have my wounds treated. The open cuts on my back from the whip that hadn’t healed yet trickled blood down my back, and the wound stung continuously as my sweat dripped into it.

They could’ve at least given me a few minutes with the pack doctor; a few healing herbs to cover my wounds would’ve helped, but none of that happened. I was dragged away from the platform where I was publicly flogged, branded, and jostled through the streets of the pack, half-naked. A few of the mated she-wolves in the pack rallied behind me, clapping as they sang the words of my shameful deeds and dishonour. The elders followed behind; Hunter and his family and my family were also in the crowd behind me. I could still faintly smell Hunter and the familiar scent of