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t was done on time and the pile of washing was not the mountain it usually was, which made me cons

pack were all sitting there, heads bowed in submission, hands flat on the table tops, nobody touching their food. At the end of the large room, right next to the warming trolley, at the head table, was Ace, standing upright and glowering in my direct

s than the regular pack members by the power that flows from the ranking pack members. However, judging by the look on Ace’s face, I should be flat on the floor as the waves of power wash over me, but I’m

ering to the impulses forced upon me. And Ace was not happy with that at all. He slowly lifted his fists up from the table, wher

ave done to provoke him. "I'm sorry, Ace, I don't know what you are talking a

ce transform into glee. I take a tentative step forward, then another and anothe

throughout the room, keeping everyone in their place. I step around the table, keeping out of reach of Madeline

o my back. Ace holds up a hand, and she stills, gazing at him as though awaiting his next order. Ace stands over me and speaks in a commanding voice, and I can feel the pulses of energy being directed towards me more forcefully than before, before he was no

feed this muck to pigs!" Then while I am on my knees gazing into his furious face, he punches me and I feel my eye socket break, then as the shock subsides and the pain builds

football, and I wonder how anyone can stand to witness these acts.

omach again before he says clearly so all can hear, "this is what happens to those who do not listen to my ins

her shoe into my foot and struts from the room as if she were walking a catwalk,

move again, and they all hurriedly shuffle away he

pasms of pain radiating from every limb. This gives my wolf time to heal the minor

ncerned voice and before I can answer she sweeps across the room and slams the dryer door shut on my arm. I cry out in pain having twisted and caused a shooting pain to travel through my abdomen at the same moment the door closed on my arm. Yanking my

limbed. I hit every step on the way down, there were 30, I know, I felt every single one of them, and then he continued on to wherever he was heading to begin with. I manage to crawl up the stairs to my room, with all the aches, bruises and broken bones, walking is not an option right now, crawling is all I am capable of, and by the time I reach the top I am sweating profusely and breathing ha