The silver mane pack, like any other, had a place for its criminals.
The stonewall cottage was made to torture the criminals within its cold walls. To grind their sanity to dust.
The sound of boots hit the ground in sync. Three guards walked through the narrow path, passing occupied and empty cells as they dragged a woman dressed in white.
The criminals lined by the barred gates to watch as she struggled in their grip but couldn't leave. Her growls left traces of saliva on the ground, only to be wiped into her dress and dirty it more.
It was a parade of humiliation.
An empty cell creaked open at the end of the path. A loud thump was followed by a grunt of pain as the guards tossed her inside.
"Tell Cedric that I want to see him! You cannot treat me like this! I am your Luna." T
