I was waiting for the first hit. My head was pounding so hard, my heart was beating so fast and loud. I never thought of how it would feel to be stoned, but I knew I wouldn't be able to survive it. I had thought they would stop when I mentioned my father, but instead they laughed it off. They all knew he disowned me. That simply means everyone knows it. It must have been announced. I lost hope of escaping this. I had been thinking of how to get home and face the punishment that awaited me only to face this. I never thought of it. Squatting right there on the ground, I buried my face into my body. I was quivering. Hot tears were rolling continuously down my cheeks. My heart was racing. The rock was going to injure me so badly and the men looked so serious. They hated me deeply. I was in that position waiting for the strike. I couldn't stop crying, but then, I didn't feel anything and it was almost a minute. I was scared, scared that they

I turned sharply at my dad, who had a queer expression. Everyone had a questioned look on their faces. This was the last thing anyone expected. I couldn't just believe it was true, like that was really the voice of my father? I fluttered my eyes waiting for what he had to say, because I'm sure he doesn't see me as his daughter anymore. "Alpha, what did you say?" Hutton, the beta, was the first to throw the question, as he was stunned so well. He had expected the alpha to volunteer to hit me himself. He had thought he would whip me himself but was shocked to hear him save me instead. "Not only had she left the house without anyone knowing, thereby breaking his order, but she had also called the Luna a demon... Alpha Daren, what is going on? " He pressed on, feeling angry and exasperated. I could only stare without saying a word. Elf made a short laugh and walked close to Dad. There was a pure rage in her eyes. "What do you mean by calli

  "You must be joking, sister, that can't happen, we both know that!" Dorian frowned, as the car drove into the Royal Packhouse, and I bit my lower lip, feeling my heart grow heavy in anger. Dorian, I don't need you to believe me or not; my instinct doesn't lie. I went into the garden where Jason should be, that same place he had always stayed alone. You can't believe I got there and he was sitting on the ground like there was someone he was talking to. I got closer and there was no one there, but I saw the white fur in his hand, "Elena noticed me coming and ran away!" I pressed on and Dorian opened the car, stepping out while I did the same. "She can't leave the house without anyone finding out. Even if she succeeds, she won't be stupid enough to come to the school when she knows we will find out," he shrugged, heading in. I growled and clenched my fist tightly. I could recall the smiles that appeared on Jason's face while playing with t

Elena's POV My eyes fluttered open and finally, I woke up. A loud hiss escaped my lips as I found out I was alive and had also woken up, meaning it was another day, another new day to face the pains which had been my companion since I was born. Last night was terrible and heartbreaking. The guards got the chains over my wrists and locked them to a hook on the wall from both sides, leaving me in a restrained position. I could only go up to my bed and down to the floor. I thought Dad was joking and would retract his words, but I was mistaken; he still hates me as deeply and rawly as he always has; it was a miracle he saved me the other day; I had been stupid to think Dad would ever like or feel pity for me. At first, I was awake, yet I found no strength to move from my contorted sleeping position. The pain from last night hadn't left my body. The wolfsbane had been my shadow. They kept using it on me, so that at some point I would think Lena was dead.

  Jason's POV My gaze moved to the piece of paper she tore and I couldn't hold the silent growl. I was too angry and it was hard to hold myself. It was damn so difficult. Was she stupid? She picked up the drawing that fell from my bag and tore it without asking me any questions. "She's not going to use her demonic powers on you the next time!!!" She seethed, her expression exuding envy and hatred. The teacher would arrive soon, "Can you please make the torture more intense and also tell her you hate her with passion?" She whined, holding my hand. I forced out a smile and nodded. The smile couldn't last for a few seconds before it vanished. I was tired of forcing those smiles. I was so angry at myself that I had to smile at her. I can't believe she's saying this to a girl like herself, and I'm curious