Domina's pov:
I walked back to the stage where my ladies were waiting for me with a new toga. Once I was cleaned and dressed, I sat back down.
"We are fed up with the reapings." Someone called out.
"Give us our children!" Someone else shouted.
"Children should not be slaves."
I shouted. "Enough all of you."
General Ezra brought in a big poster board. It was a picture of a minor dead she-wolf. His right-hand men brought in more poster boards. I stood up and went to the picture and pointed at a picture of a dead male wolf with a needle still in his neck. Then, I went to the picture of the dead she-wolf.
"Whose daughter is this?"
One Alpha stood up. "My daughter Emily. She went missing for years." The Alpha began sobbing.
As more and more pictures were being brought out, Alphas and
