ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO

The whole of the procession went to a halt, and Beta Ryan called that they should bring the witch to the front of the pack. He was livid at the audacity of the witch to come to the pack. Did she want to kill one of them? He hated the whole process with a passion. He couldn’t understand why this was going to happen and why?

Clarissa, on the other hand, did not know what she could do with the whole thing. She was so disappointed with everything that was going on, and she had no idea what she could do to salvage the situation. She was a Luna, and her opinion was not respected one bit.

Two werewolves brought the witch over and dumped her on the ground like she was dirt. They had tied her in the worst way possible. Clarissa’s heart bled with pain as she watched one of her own being treated like an animal.

Beta Ryan stepped forward and hit the witch across the face, then he grabbed her hair and proceeded to spit in her face. Clarissa's eyes widened in shock. She had not expected him to reac