"What are you suggesting?" The council members looked at each other nervously, but Owen’s eyes gleamed as he stepped forward.
“Death is too merciful for her. She deserves something far worse.” He stared at me intensely. “A punishment fitting the crime… and the betrayal.”
My stomach dropped and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. What could be worse than death?
The pack members also shifted nervously in their seats clearly confused.
“Speak plainly, Alpha Owen. Go straight to the point.” another elder said.
Owen looked at the council members and then right at me. His cold stare made me feel completely exposed. “Sell her… as a slave.”
Both the crowd, the councils and I gasped collectively.
“Slavery is hardly a punishment fitting such a crime!” one elder protested. “If anything, it’s too easy a fate—”
“You didn’t let me finish,” Owen interrupted in a cold voice. “She will be sold as a slave… to the Night Walker Pack.”
The silence that followed was deafening. It was as if the entire courtyard had forgotten how to breathe.
I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips. Even I, who had been shunned and hated my entire life felt the claws of terror dig into my chest at the mention of that name.