Luna was in deep trouble—and she knew it.
The pain in her scalp was blinding, her breath ragged as she was dragged mercilessly through the muddy ground. Wet dirt clung to her clothes, seeping into the fabric and staining her hands, arms, and legs. Small rocks jabbed into her skin with every tug.
She grit her teeth.
'It hurts. It fucking hurts.'
But worse than the pain was the fury bubbling beneath the surface.
She could feel it—her wolf, her instincts, her strength—screaming to be unleashed. To strike back. To tear this bastard's throat out.
And yet… she didn't. She couldn't.
Because Luna had broken a rule. A serious one, apparently—if this kind of brutal response was the result.
And it wasn't just any rule.
It was one of their rules. The kind of rule that kept everyone under control. One that even a supposedly "precious" female weren't exempt from.
This was the first time she'd ever gotten in trouble since arriving here. Truly, deeply, irreversibly in trouble.
