Lizabeth's POV
I laid down on the bed, silently recounting the events of the day. The image of my lips parting in shrunken surprise replayed over and over after his shocking announcement of the punishment for the wolf from my pack.
I had always seen Adrian as calm, soft and almost restrained until today. Today, he ordered that the wolf be boiled in oil.
For stealing.
The crime was minor, nothing close to treason or betrayal of pack secrets which were the only reasons he had even been summoned in the Crimson Moon pack in the first place. And yet, for theft of money and jewels, Adrian gave a punishment so cruel.
And after all that, he still had the audacity to invite me on a date?
Still disturbed my peace with endless calls and messages, not just from him but even from his secretary?
I sat up on the bed, my eyes landing on the dresses his secretary had sent over.
