Jerry POV
“Did we take it too far?”. I ask Jake, as we are both sitting on the edge of my bed in silence for quite the amount of time already.
We knew she would be punished by our father. It was exactly our intention. We also knew that any wolf who is able to leave the dungeon isn’t the same when they emerge anymore, they are broken. And yet she was still taunting our father. Even after getting whipped 53 times with a f*cking silver whip. I hate to admit it, but it's almost impressive.
My wolf was roaring and fuming, pushing for control relentlessly. He nearly won a few times. After she was taken to the hospital, he has receded to the back of my mind completely. I can barely feel him anymore, and I am worried.
“I… No, I don’t think so?”. His reply sounds uncharacteristically unsure. H
