Hazel's POV

Slowly, There was a sudden murmurs among the pack members. Some were hissing reluctantly while among them were those who dropped their shoulders in pity, staring at me quietly.

In every pack, pouring of ashes onto one's self means only few things, Stripped of pride, sign of sorrows and begging of mercy. The only people that put themselves in this situation are those that committed a huge crime. The stealers, the murderers, and those that were sentenced to death.

But here I was, on my knees, having all my hair and skin clung unto this dusty smelling ashes just to win their heart.

I sighed inwardly, staring at...