Hunter’s P.O.V. The crowd parts as Uncle Drake walks towards the Pack-house with their Father Edmund in tow and for some reason he doesn’t look to happy, “Edmund, thank you for joining us.” I say with a smirk on my face as Uncle Drake stops in front of me. Edmund growls at me, earning him a slap on the back of his head from Uncle Drake and I hear giggles and chuckles all around me. Uncle Drake walks up the steps to wrap his arms around me and I see quite a few people looking strangely at the scene in front of them. He greets my Mates before he makes his way over to his baby Sister and hugs her tightly with a huge smile on his face, his eyes on their parents who are walking up to them. Aunt Sasha squeals the moment her eyes land on her parents and I give them a few moments before I ask for silence. I scan the crowd looking for Myles and I am grateful Frank showed me a picture of him or I wouldn’t have known who to look for. I Lock eyes with him as I ask, “Myles would you please step forward?” He looks at me with surprise on his face, but steps forward none the less. “With Mac and Paul accused of conspiracy to kill your Alpha and his Son, this Pack no longer has a future Beta and Gamma. I already talked with Uncle Todd and he still wants the position of Gamma when Frank takes over. That leaves us with one small problem, even if Alvin was still around Frank doesn’t want him as his Beta and we all understand why. Myles, you come from a long line of Betas and are the right Wolf for this position, will you become Frank’s Beta when the time comes?” Myles’ eyes switch from me to Frank, who nods his head and back to me again. “Your Highness, I would be honored to take the Beta position when Frank takes over from Alpha Quinten.” He answers my question and the crowd erupts in cheers and howls. Once the crowd has calmed down I repeat the highlights to Uncle Drake and Edmund, the smirk on Uncle Drake’s face becomes bigger and Edmund starts growling as he stares at his Pups. “I know everyone is anxious to find out what their punishment will be. As a Pack you have decided on a long and humiliating punishment before they will be put to death..” I don’t get to say more as Edmund roars that I can’t put them to death, that I don’t have the authority to do so. I quickly help him out by introducing myself to him and that shuts him up. “Uncle Luke, is the first part of their punishment ready?” I ask him and he nods his head as his men grab Edmund, Ellen, Mac and Paul and drag them of to four cage put in the clearing in front of the Pack-house. “You will spend eleven days in these cages, one day for every year you deceived this Pack. Pups up to the age of ten can throw whatever they want at you, as long as a parent is present. Pups from ten till the age of sixteen can throw whatever they want at you unsupervised. No one is allowed to throw bricks, glass or other items that can severely injure them, after those eleven days you will be released from the cages and put in the dungeons. Then you will be used for training purposes for an additional eleven days, this will be for the members that are seventeen years and older. Again you are not allowed to injure them severely as I want them to be conscious to see what is coming next, some suggested repeating this until they beg for death and even though I see the appeal in it I have found a more suited follow up.” I see the four cages are closed and Peter walks up to me with a grin on his face. “Your Highness, can we have the honor of taking the first turn? After all they took my Father’s position.” He asks and Cara, Benjamin and June are standing beside him, Pops and Papa are right behind them. “Peter, you have permission to start their punishment.” I say and I watch as the four Pups walk towards the cages. Aunt Sasha hands them each a basket and I wonder what she put in there, but I don’t have to wait to long for that question to get an answer. They have all put on a glove and I see June scrunch her nose as she pulls her hand from the basket, something running down from her hand just before she throws it at the cage with Ellen in it. “Rotten tomato.” June yells at her and I burst into laughter as I see the tomato run down her face. “Bullseye.” Papa shouts as Cara’s tomato hits Mac on the nose and Peter and Benjamin have hit their mark as well.