The whole pack knew who she was by the time Aston came home. He got out of his pack car and looked right at Carmel over there hanging from the tree. She’d not fared so well, not when eighty percent of the pack had been here when Roberta had been the Luna and she was the woman who had killed her so callously.
She’d been spat on, punched many times and had several dozen things thrown at her. Mala had smiled at first, but no longer did it amuse her to see the woman suffer or even cry out in pain. Though she had not put an end to it and most of the pack had just hurled abuse at her, now after hours of standing she was hanging by her wrists, no longer had the strength to stand on her own two feet.
Carmel was covered in bruises and had many cuts and open wounds. She had stopped yelling back at
