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Tasting
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Nora:
âOh, seriously? Now youâre going to lie about this too? Ask anyone and see how many times sheâs
lied in the last two months. Does she really think weâll still believe her?â Ford stood up, his face still
red from the pain he might have been feeling between his legs.
Yuki walked over to me and stood directly in front of me before raising his hand and slapping me so
hard that my ear began to ring.
I would have fallen to the ground if the guards hadnât been holding me so tightly.
âYouâre accusing a fighter from our pack, a man older than you, of such a thing? And you think we
donât know how much you love lying and seeking attention?â Yuki hissed, clearly siding with Ford.
âNow! Letâs not delay this any further so we can put her in her place. Either an accusation or
prison.â Yukiâs words made me realize that no matter what the outcome today, I was going to be
punished once I transitioned.
Ford approached me but didnât touch me. âYou keep holding her, or else sheâll accuse me again.â
He acted so righteous and fearful of my accusations.
I despised all the lies being spun about me. Soon, they dragged me downstairs and forced me into
the warriorâs truck. They shoved me inside, ensuring there were plenty of warriors around to keep
an eye on
1. me.
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I knew for a fact that Lord Atwood was following behind us in his own car. I just wanted a peaceful
day or night, or perhaps to be somewhere far away from them.
They had been treating me like a disgusting person ever since the Whistler told them I was his
daughter.
How could a father do that to his own child?
Throughout the ride, the warriors kept reminding me of the pack members they had lost to the
monsters, calling me just like my father.
âYour father was a horrible man, and you hid in our pack, took our respect, and enjoyed our
company while he killed our people.â
They kept talking, and I couldnât stop the tears from falling.
Finally, we reached the mountains, and I was dragged out of the truck, thrown into the midst of the
crowd. I was trembling uncontrollably. The cold wind brushing against my skin sent shivers down
my spine.
âMonster!â
Someone screamed and hurled an empty can at me, which struck just below my eye. I felt a sharp
sting, and I was certain the skin had split
open.
âHey!â Lord Atwood shouted, but Ford grabbed his arm, stopping him from intervening and urging
him to focus on what was about to happen.
âI am innocent,â I whispered to the guard, who was now removing the handcuffs, making it easier for
them to strip me naked.
âPlease! Donât do this. I havenât transitioned yet, so being exposed in front of so many people will be
my first time,â I pleaded in murmurs,
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but they only scoffed, almost as if they were enraged by my audacity to still make requests.
âYour father and his monsters skinned our pack members alive, and you want us to spare you the
humiliation of getting naked in front of these grieving families?â the guard muttered before slapping
me hard across the face.
As soon as his heavy hand left a bruise on my cheek, the crowd erupted in cheers. Lord Atwoodâs
eyes widened in shock at how the others were cheering for the guards to beat me.
Not only him, but I also realized at that moment that these people didnâ t want me to leave here
alive. They were determined to punish me simply for being the daughter of the Whistler.
I wondered if I should reveal my truth to them or let them subject me to this unbearable humiliation.
âStrip everything off her body,â Yuki yelled, prompting Ford to step forward. Of course, this would be
his revenge on me for hurting him earlier.
He ripped the necklace from my neck first. Lord Atwood turned his face away, his body trembling
slightly, a sign that he was struggling to hold back his sobs.
I was about to face the worst humiliation imaginable, and it wouldnât stop there. The moment I
transitioned, they would take me down, likely not even waiting for me to return to my human form.