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...

I've waited so long for you, soulmate,' He breathed. 'I'm sorry, I'm not your soulmate, dude,' I squinted at him incredulously. However tempting that sounded, there was no way this guy was sane. 'I don't even know you. Is this meant to be a pickup line?' -- This is off the cuff, cliche, mostly unplanned garbage, which should feel faintly familiar given the general level of writing on this site and genre. enjoy, if you can stand the ineptitude of the writing ;)

You're abused. He's wrathful, and a Canine God. What do you think your story will be when a werewolf legend like him finds you and you're mated to him? +16