~JADE~
The dance of shame was just as they called it. I don't know what I expected, but this was truly the dance of shame.
They didn’t give me the liberty of a minute of rest, nor was I accorded the courtesy to get cleaned or even have my wounds treated. The open cuts on my back from the whip trickled blood down my back, and the wound stung continuously as my sweat dripped into it.
They should have given me a few minutes with the pack doctor; a few healing herbs to cover my wounds would help, 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 el
