Freya settled and started picking up the grain that would obviously be discarded after her punishment. The grains wouldn’t be needed anymore after her blood-stained hands mess with it.
Alpha Torin was willing to sacrifice a bag of grain that could feed an extended family for weeks just to prove a point. Petty.
As she continued to pick, her knees went numb. The guard standing near the arched entrance didn't say a word. He only watched her with disinterest. But he was watching, and she couldn’t dare to stop.
It dawned on her at that moment that it was either she ends up collapsing picking these, or she quit and run away. The second wasn’t an option, the first would surely be her fate.
Meanwhile, in the throne room, Alpha Torin shoved open the double doors and strode in like a storm break
