Chapter 18: Small Injury....Biig Mess, Pt.1

Valene:

The sun had risen and set twice following Master Wade's visit. I hadn't seen a sign of him or Master Slaughter since the night of my imprisonment. As much as I would have liked to see them, I wasn't upset about it as I knew that with the Lycan King and his pack in town, there was much to discuss. I was a prisoner, so, to be honest, I wasn't owed a visit in the first place. The only thing left to do was wait for whatever punishment was waiting for me. If any, at all.

There was no sign of trouble yet, but I knew I wasn't out of the wilderness yet, either. Sitting there in the dirty hay, was enough to cause massive anxiety as my imagination created different ways that they would punish me. What were they going to do? Or would they do anything at all? It was my first offense, so I wasn't sure how the procedure for this type of thing went. Maybe this was the crux of my punishment; sitting in a soiled stable of hay and wooden bed pallets with no food, drink, or interaction for two