"Well? Do you know you were wrong now?" Selene grabbed a fistful of Lyra's hair and wrenched her head up, forcing her to meet her gaze. Her eyes blazed with vindictive pleasure as she spoke, savoring every word: "When I was nine years old, your mother slapped me in front of the entire pack. Called me the mistress's daughter. Said I was trash who couldn't be shown at gatherings, a disgrace to House Ashenvale."
"Now I'm going to make her watch from the spirit realm as her precious legitimate daughter gets carved up ten times, slapped a hundred times, until she's even more worthless than I ever was!"
She bent down and snatched up a shard of the broken silver bracelet from the floor, clutching it in her fist. Then she drove it into Lyra's face. The jagged edge tore through skin, bringing pain sharper than any blade.
The agony in her chest and the wounds on her face twisted together, overwhelming her. Lyra couldn't bear it anymore. Blood sprayed from her lips, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness completely.
Just before the darkness took her, she heard the den door slam open. Fenris's voice, sharp with fury, his Alpha command ringing through the air: "Stop!"