The punishment and price for those offenses were always more than Sam could always bear. For such punishment, Sam would always plead and plead for mercy. Mercies that his father never granted him in any of those scenarios.
His mother, the moon goddess bless her soul, was always the intermediary between the Alpha of the Haiti pack and his children. Otherwise, Sam was sure his father would have killed them and feasted on their bodies with other heartless werewolves who called themselves the elders of the pack. There are times that whenever the Alpha wanted to forgive an offense, they were the ones who fueled his anger until he punished the offender.
"I'm sorry, Sam but the Alpha commanded that you are no longer allowed to enter into the packhouse." A guard stopped Sam.
