When she pressed it to my left cheek, I screamed in agony. She kept it there for a second, making sure the skin was burned through, then she pulled it back and the men let go. I could smell the burned flesh, and my face was on fire. A guard wearing gloved came up, and spread a paste containing silver flakes onto the wound. The burning of the silver made the pain even worse and ensured werewolf healing would not take place.
Tania spit in my face and returned to her mate's arms as Talia let the silver whip unfurl in her hand. "Twenty lashes is the sentence. Remember every one."
The sound of the whip cutting the air and tearing through flesh was a familiar one, but I had always been on the other end of it. The leather had silver imbedded into it, and the lash removed skin in long stripes. I
