I looked at the flowers, their vibrant beauty mixing with the dart, violent reality of what had happened. It was a strange, unsettling feeling, to be the recipient of such a lavish display of affection, born out of fear and not genuine respect.
"They're not scared of you, Dom," I said, my voice a little stronger now. "They're scared of what you're capable of. There's a difference."
"Is there?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. "Fear is a powerful motivator. And right now, I need them to be motivated. I need them to fall in line. I need them to understand that I will not tolerate any more dissent. Any more betrayal. Any more disrespect that could cause a division within this pack. That is how packs get destroyed, from the inside."
I nodded, my mind filled with emotions. I knew he was ri
