Ten Dollars, Two Lives

"Everyone in the Blood Moon pack is whispering that Alpha Cassian Ward only allows his pack to spend ten dollars a day.Yes, ten dollars.It's not a pack tradition, nor a decree from the elders. The rule comes from his new financial planner, Mira Langford.Even as Luna, the moment they discover I've spent a single dollar more—on medicine, no less—they drag me out and whip me 20 times in public.By the second lash, my back splits open, blood soaking through my skirt. My personal maid, Elsie Quinn, throws herself forward, sobbing. "Stop, please stop! Luna Sutton is fragile! She won't survive this!"But Mira only lashes harder. "Alpha Cassian said 20 lashes for every extra dollar. Who dares defy him?"I clutch my belly and manage a whisper. "Bring Alpha Cassian here..."A while later, Cassian arrives with his entourage. When he sees the blood streaking down my back, a flicker of pity crosses his eyes. "Mira, that's enough."Tears brim in Mira's eyes. "You said everyone would answer to me when you brought me back. I haven't even begun to be strict, and you're already going back on your word?"With that, she turns to leave.Cassian catches her hand. "Fine. I won't interfere. Don't tire yourself. Let the guards finish it."As the whip strikes me again and again, a warm, sticky pool of blood forms under me.A caustic laugh escapes my lips as tears streak down my face and into my tangled hair.By the time Cassian remembers me the next morning and finally sends for a healer, Elsie is bent over my body, trembling with grief."Luna Sutton, how could this happen? You're gone, and so is the pup.""