7. A Punishment

AGNARR.

I hear her grunt, her thundering heart, and then the whizz of something travelling fast through the air.

I open my eyes and they burn as I yank the woman from my cock and yank her from the waters, using her as a shield.

Not because I had no other way to block her throw but because I want her to see the consequences of her actions…

The bowl slams into the woman’s head and I smirk internally with victory when she screams out a distraught, “No!”

I don’t flinch as blood splatters over me, and the slave girl’s body becomes limp in my hold. Her pale hair is now covered in blood.

“What did you do!” she screams at me, as I drop the woman’s body in the water, splashing us all.

“I did nothing. You did that.” I say as she rushes into the water, glaring at me with more rage than I have ever seen on the face of a woman.

“Take her and get out,” I command the slaves. She might still live if they make haste.

How intriguing. Wolves really are emotional beings.

“That was meant for you!