Brielle's POV

My wolf grew weaker from the whips being lashed at me. I had no other option than to accept my fate and believe I would die from being flogged.

What made the whole scenario worse was that men were appointed to lash me, and not women. I was certain anything related to mercy had been erased from their dictionaries.

They didn't grow tired as they kept flogging me as though their lives depended on the intensity of the whip on my body.

They were still contemplating amputating my arms when the last person out of them all, whom they were expecting the final say from, nodded his head...