Eileen was so battered, she groaned from the pain. She had lost the strength to scream, especially since she had not eaten.
"Eileen, I would never allow you to have a peaceful death. Even after your body is cremated, you will never forget the torment you will face in this pack."
Valerie would make sure of it. Every day she would watch her mother's recovery and ensure that Eileen felt the loss and despair her mother had experienced in that so-called well in the middle of nowhere.
"Throw her in the dungeon without food or water," Alpha Denzel ordered. Eileen, who was beginning to heal slowly, started pleading with Valerie.
"Val, I took care of you, remember?"
Disgust etched on Valerie's face as she responded to the hypocrite she had known as her aunt for all these years.
