Alpha Daniel walked into Emma's chamber with a long iron chain and a plastic bucket the moment Lunara, his favored she-wolf, stepped out, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her. Her footsteps faded down the hallway of the pack den, calm and unbothered, as though she had not just delivered the tools of punishment. Emma did not need to be told what was about to happen.
Her body stiffened instantly, her fingers curling slightly into the thin fabric of the bed beneath her as a cold, familiar dread settled deep within her chest. Daniel had done this to her many times before—whenever his anger needed an outlet, whenever she crossed an invisible line, especially when she had dared to raise her hand against Lunara, whose sharp mouth could provoke even the calmest wolf into rage. The air in the chamber thickened as Daniel stepped further inside, his presence heavy, suffocating, impossible to ignore.
