Vorian POV
Kavira tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “A month of cleaning the pack cells,” she said coolly. “And a two-hour educational presentation on sexually transmitted infections to be delivered to the senior class at the high school.”
Damn.
I’d expected maybe some kitchen duty or laundry shifts, not public humiliation. The woman’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
“I think that’s an excellent punishment,” I said with a proud smile. “Report to the cells tomorrow morning. Presentation’s in one month.”
Kavira stepped forward, gaze locked on the girl. “Let me make something clear,” she said, voice low and dangerous. “If it happens again, we settle this on the training mats.”
The shift in her energy was instant. The sweet, recovering woman I knew vanished. In her place stood a force dominant,
