“Don’t bother,” I cut in smoothly. “I was only passing through. I just came to let you know I’m leaving.”
“What is wrong with you?” Alaric snapped, just as Morgana began to cry dramatically.
“Oh, Goddess, Raven, I’m so sorry,” Morgana sobbed. “Please don’t go because of me.”
Alaric grabbed my arm, trying to pull me away from the hall, but I shoved him back.
“Don’t lay a single filthy finger on me,” I snarled, my wolf stirring beneath my skin.
“Let’s talk somewhere private,” he growled.
Suddenly, the twins rushed me, their fists pounding against my sides. “Wicked woman! You made our mom cry!”
“That’s enough,” Morgana sniffed, pretending to be weak. “I’m fine, children.”
But they weren’t finished. Rylan sprinted out of the hall and returned almost immediately, holding something that made my blood turn cold.
“No!” I screamed, lunging toward him.
Rylan laughed and deliberately released it.
The sound of the jar shattering echoed like thunder as my mother’s ashes scattered across the floor.
“What have you done?!” I screamed, my mind unraveling.
“If you ever hurt our new mom again, you’ll regret it,” Ian warned coldly.
The guests began whispering.
“Who is that crazy woman?”