“Do you want us to do the lashings now?” Martin asks as Alan is being led outside.
“No,” I shake my head. “He has a lot to deal with emotionally, inflicting physical injury right now might break him. I’ll set a time for it when he’s ready.”
Martin bows slightly and turns around to leave.
“Martin,” I stop him. “How many lashings did the other wolves receive?”
“Five, Alpha,” he replies.
In awe, I stare at Martin. Five whips. The price for innocent lives is five lashings. And here I was feeling bad for adding a lashing. If you give any person in this world the choice between five whips or twenty years in jail for murder, they will take the beating. I just shake my head and dismiss Martin with my hand.
“I guess Moira’s mom is next on the list,” I sigh as I plunge back into my chair. “Wha
