Chapter 32

Cerys's POV

Finally free from the stench of liquor and fear, the wolves had time to breathe before I decided their punishment wasn't over yet.

"Up," I snapped. My voice carried the edge of my wolf, and even the half-drunk Steelhowl mutts jolted upright as if yanked by invisible chains.

For a heartbeat, they looked relieved-fools thinking I was done. Then came my next command.

"You," I pointed at t