Disgrace. Shame. Humiliation.

Words very much similar to do this seemed to echo through the gaze of the werewolf citizens of New Brujah as they looked intently at the traitor family.

Victor couldn't lift his head and Arielle wouldn't stop sniffing and crying. His wife was nowhere to be found either, he didn't know how she managed to escape the patrol wolves—or if she did. What if she was dead? It was a thought that crossed his mind every now and then.

Fraya on the other hand was a walking shadow whose feet was simply moving because of the people in front of her. Her face was lifeless and the...