It shouldn’t excite me but it did.
“Brenna of the Berserker clan, you’re being punished for challenging a warrior. This whipping will teach you your place. Pack rules allow you to submit this way instead of fighting to the death.”
I prayed she heard these words and understood the gravity of her offense. Berserkers lived and died by the rules, carefully crafted to keep the beast at bay.
It was up to me to complete the ritual. Besides my somber expression, I wore deerskin breeches. My chest was bare. I drew a knife and walked around to face our beloved. I held her eyes as I lifted the blade. She didn’t look away, but stayed brave as I cut off her meager shift. The cloth fell and bared her perfect body to every man and wolf in the clearing.
A short whine rose from one, and ended when Samu
