Women were condemned to unspeakable fates—forced into servitude, subjected to heinous acts, and treated as nothing more than breeding stock or playthings for cruel entertainment. Men were worked to the bone, their bodies discarded like useless scraps once they were no longer of any use. The Night Walker Pack knew no mercy, only endless, inescapable suffering.
No one spoke of them lightly. No one dared cross their borders. And no one, no matter how powerful, ever returned alive.
“No… no, please…” My voice trembled as tears blurred my vision, my entire body locking up in terror.
One of the council members hesitated, casting a wary glance at Alpha Owen. “Alpha, surely this punishment is excessive, even for her crimes. Perhaps we should reconsider—”
“Let me remind you,” Owen interrupted smoothly, his voice cold as steel, “that Ariana James is a murderer. She deserves no leniency, no kindness. And the Night Walker Pack…” He smirked. “They know exactly how to deal with creatures like her.”