She was trembling, tears streaming down her face. The cloying sweetness of her scent, that honeysuckle and warm vanilla, thickened in the air until it was almost suffocating, wrapping around every wolf in the room like a snare. "It's my fault. I never should have come to you for help. If I weren't so afraid my pup would grow up without a pack, I'd never have degraded myself like this! Ms. Silvercrest, if you didn't want me and Theron to register the bond and place the pup under his bloodline, then why did you pretend to agree and then turn around and try to force us out? Hitting me was one thing, but throwing a newborn pup on the floor?"
Her shrill sobs and accusations sent a chill through the room.
Everyone turned to look at me. "Seraphina, you..."
"Seraphina!"
Theron walked toward me with the pup in his arms and struck me across the face.
The blow sent my vision black. I nearly passed out.