Dax’s POV
“I am sorry, but your daughter's actions have brought this on. She took a knife to her face and had someone else whip her with a bullwhip for no reason. They had her pinned up by her arms with no way to defend herself. These are actions that will not be tolerated and are only punishable by death,” I explained to her father.
“Please don’t. We will take her and leave the pack. You will never see us again.” Her mother said.
“No, she dies.” I growled at them and they both lowered their head in submission.
I grabbed her arm and left the house. Axel grabbed her other arm, and we paraded her back through the pack house. She got stares, and she cried the entire time. We marched right back down to the dungeon and back to the torture room. I threw her to the ground, and she pushed hers
