Savannah's POV
The sharp crack of my father's palm against my cheek barely registered anymore.
Physical pain had become secondary to the deeper wounds carved by his words and the collective judgment of our pack members watching from the sidelines.
This public disgrace before the entire community meant nothing compared to what I had already endured. I could withstand their stares and whispered condemnations.
Blood pooled in my mouth as I forced my shoulders back and met my father's furious gaze without flinching.
The omega females gathered behind us buzzed with barely contained gossip while my mother dabbed at her streaming eyes with a lace handkerchief.
Their reactions were predictable, but if enduring this humiliation would settle my debt for the choices I had made, then I would bear it willingly.
