Kieran POV
Jameson is strung up by his arms in the basement of the North Pack pack house. It is more like a dungeon down here. An enormous metal door separates it from the rest of the pack house. Once you open the door, the smell of blood and stale urine hits your nose. It used to make me gag when I was younger, but now I have grown accustomed to the smell.
I circle Jameson, who has been stripped down to his boxers. He must be punished. He assaulted the future Luna of the North Pack. He must pay for what he has done.
I wrap the short whip around the palm of my hand while I study his body, looking for the perfect place to strike.
"Do you know why you are here?" I ask him coldly.
Jameson only growls in response.
I drop the end of the whip and s***h it across his stomach.
