After an Alpha has given up looking for their mate, and they need a Luna to help run the pack, they will organise an event known as The Whipping. Female volunteers from packs around the country will put themselves forward if they wish to be in the chance of becoming a Luna. These she-wolves would be whipped in front of all the packs, again and again until their backs were red raw and blood covered. The last female remaining would be given the title of Luna as the Alpha would only want the strongest wolf to help run his pack. Most wolves gave up and quit as they couldn't take the pain, but some head-strong females would go until they were no longer breathing. It was an ugly tradition, from years ago. I had never heard of one happening in this day and age...until that day... Until I met him... On the day of The Whipping...

"Man, don't try anything on my sister," Ethan says. I scoff at my brother's choice of words. "No worries bro, I don't fuck high school girls," he replies and adds, "and she's definitely not my type." Harsh. Harsh, not that I want him to fuck me, I roll my eyes at the thought of it happening and immediately brush it off my mind. It's very clear that he is just a f*ckin player , showed by his choice of words "fuck" instead of "date".............. "Well then I will leave you both alone," he says then exists the room. I look over at the hot piece of cake lying on the next bed before I could say anything, a hot brunette storms into the door.........