His Mate, His Girlfriend
I felt adrenaline when he touched me, and my heart sped up quickly.
" How many strokes are we talking about every day," I asked.
" Twenty. You saw the damage the warriors did when traitors are punished, right?" he said. A chill ran down my bones at the thought of it. I remember going to the town square once when they caught a man who used dark magic, and a woman killed a pack member. They beat them harshly with long, thick whipsticks. The two would faint, but the whippers poured ice-cold water to wake them, only to whip them again.