Rod's POV
Running through the woods with a pack of shifters after me brought back memories.
"You idiot!" Master thundered, smacking Salem's head. "You were supposed to be the elder amongst them, but yet you play childish games to prompt more foolishness in the minds of your brothers."
Just one hit and his frail body was already twitching. It wasn't his fault. Jew had left to play with the other kids. He was trying to stop it when they got caught. He could have easily shifted the blame to the appropriate person, but he remained mute and suffered the consequences for another person's actions.
I watched as Master whacked him with his rod over and over. Salem always accepted his punishment with a smile, always walking around like the world was made of flowers.
Furiously, I stepped in, gripping the rod before he could get hit again.
"That's enough," I voiced. "He has had enough."
