Grant POV
I was tight-lipped as I dragged the redheaded woman along, none too gently, gripping her elbow tightly, careful not to touch the silver restraints that would burn me. She sobbed, the pathetic creature, stumbling along on the grass as the pack watched, the crowd silent, their eyes full of misgiving and condemnation. They knew the charges that had been laid against her, what she had been sentenced to and no one had spoken up on her behalf. My mother and father watched from their position near the forest, as I reached them, I let go of the woman’s arm, watched her stumble, and then fall weakly to the ground, tears trailing down her cheeks.
“Please” she begged in a quiet whisper, bowing her head, her red hair like a curtain, hiding her face from view “Please don’t do this. I’ll do
