A Female Alpha’s Revenge
The footsteps of the pack patrols passed far away, but not one dared to glance at her.
Barbara couldn't stand it. She sneaked out, draped a cloak over Tamara, and pulled the sleeves over her hands, covering the bony fingers that were showing.
She then went back inside to try and persuade Rosemary again.
But Rosemary was resolute. Her scent turned sharp, like a cornered old she-wolf, full of ferocity.
"If I don't punish her hard, how is she supposed to know she was wrong?" Rosemary said coldly.
"But it's so cold, and Tamara was already sick. If she keeps kneeling like this, something awful could happen," Barbara pleaded, keeping her voice and scent low, unwilling to clash with Rosemary.
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