e sobbed, her voice cracking with despair. "I'm sorry I couldn

s gaze. Despite the beatings he'd inflicted, his expression

ncess and get away with it?" he snee

r, and she whimpered, struggling to process the venom in h

'm the one who's sorry. Sorry I couldn't prote

on her, each blow landing

she was soon left battered and bruised. Akila's vision beg

ng in agony. Her wolf's presence grew distant

ughts, but one phrase kept repea

el itself, each blow landi

ised and battered. She felt herself slipping aw

e would consume her, he finally stop

it crushed. She knew she'd never be the same again, tha

sault, Alpha Dante entered the room,

t over her battered body. "Donel, tie her up to the X-c

inding her wrists and ankles to the wood with thick ropes. Akila st

silver-coated whip. "You have the honor of whipping

took the whip, her fingers wrapping aroun

own across Akila's body, the silver-

er body soon becoming a bloody mess. Leah's face was twi

ht, taking out her frustration and

r and Akila's screams echoed through the room

welts, and she hung limply from the X-cr

nge filled with a clear liquid,

hands, looking at Akila. He knew e

ila, who was still tied to the X-cross, her b

ila's vein, and she felt a searin

quickly, introducing Aki

g from the inside out. She thrashed against the rop

ming with satisfaction. "She's been a thorn in my side for far too long," he

ila and throw her out of the pack. "She's no longer worthy to

e poison." He said with a cold smirk before he turned, leaving the room, w

ng that Akila be thrown out of t

ly sound being Akila's labored breathi

foggy from the wolfsbane. She knew she had to get up,

rifting toward the afterlife. She wondered if she'd ever find p

alone, Akila's body seemed

oughts turned to the goddess, her

ghts grew more disjointed, her mind st

goddess swirled in her mind, a mae

very? Why had she been subject

r mind, but her voice was barely a whis

away, she felt a strange sensation, li

th a sense of hope and possibility. Akila's mind cleared, a

let the darkne