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Nora:
“Oh, seriously? Now you’re going to lie about this too? Ask anyone and see how many times she’s lied in the last two months. Does she really think we’ll still believe her?” 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 hadn’t been holding me so tightly.
“You’re accusing a fighter from our pack, a man older than you, of such a thing? And you think we don’t know how much you love lying and seeking attention?” Yuki hissed, clearly siding with Ford.
“Now! Let’s not delay this any further so we can put her in her place. Either an accusation or prison.” Yuki’s words made me realize that no matter what the outcome today, I was going to be punished once I transitioned.
Ford approached me but didn’t touch me. “You keep holding her, or else she’ll accuse me again.”
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 warrior’s truck. They shoved me inside, ensuring there were plenty of warriors around to keep an eye on
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.
“Your father was a horrible man, and you hid in our pack, took our respect, and enjoyed our company while he killed our people.”
They kept talking, and I couldn’t 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.
“Monster!”
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.
“Hey!” Lord Atwood shouted, but Ford grabbed his arm, stopping him from intervening and urging him to focus on what was about to happen.
“I am innocent,” I whispered to the guard, who was now removing the handcuffs, making it easier for them to strip me naked.
“Please! Don’t do this. I haven’t transitioned yet, so being exposed in front of so many people will be my first time,” 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.
“Your 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?” 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 Atwood’s 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 didn‘ 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.
“Strip everything off her body,” 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 wouldn’t stop there. The moment I transitioned, they would take me down, likely not even waiting for me to return to my human form.