no rest for the wicked

Remi's muzzle remained pressed into the dirt, cowed and shamed by the visceral memory of her punishment. In part she still held a great affection for the her former alpha's wife, even though she had been denounced by the Lady as a mistake and later mauled by her lover as proof the Lady was still loyal to her true mate. She shook her head when Sir asked her if the same punishment was given to the Lady. She lifted her head as he bade her too, but her gaze remained lowered out of respect. His touch did not spook her this time because she was ready and accepting of it. "Traitors can't be wolves anymore, Sir," she answered, unable to stop a raspy whimper from following. Her maimed body and damaged vocal chords were her pack's efforts to remove the wolfness from her. It didn't stop her from feeling like a wolf, the pull she felt to be with her own kind and to follow was too strong to resist.