JASPER

Esme was dragged out of the dungeon by my guards. She was looking so pale and tired. My whole pack members had gathered to hear the judgement that I had to pass on Esme.

She was brought in front of me and forced to go on her knees.

"Esme," I called her name.

She buried her face on the floor and digged her claws into the soil. I watched her for a few seconds without saying another word. I was not comfortable with her position.

"She should look at me while I speak," I spoke.

One of the guards grabbed her hair and lifted her head to look at...