Slade
Slade stood and watched as Hayden was hung from that hook on the ceiling in the cells that evening. He’d been led down here directly after that meeting in the Alpha’s office. By himself, Palmer and Yuri, walked without cuffs, so it would have looked to the pack members who saw them, as though they were just walking along like the future Alpha unit.
He had spent the day in this cell waiting on, not only night to fall, but for the cell guard shift to change as well. His punishment; the lashings, he had to be served by the leadership of the pack, that had to wait until the pack was settled and mostly all off to bed.
He could already hear Bronnie crying, she’d held it together all day long, until this moment of seeing her son being strung up for those lashing to be attended to. Palmer
