I ran to the kitchen and searched for ice. We had no fridge but a huge ditch was digged under ground and covered it with wet jute. I pushed my hands inside the ditch and touched the ice. They stored it inside the ground. I took out some pieces and kept it in the metal jar.
I ran back to my old room. Granny was screaming with pain. I covered the ice in the white cotton and placed it on her wound. Her flesh was red and her skin torn somewhere. The whip’s leather imprinted on her skin on her back.
“Ahhh…” She screamed like hell when I placed the covered ice on her back.
“Why did you do that? Granny. You were never disloyal to our pack.” I asked her. At this age, Granny was satisfying soul who just eat at one time and not even liked materialastic thing. Why was the necessity of stealing
