Chapter 48: A Public Confrontation
(Elara's POV)
"You can exaggerate," I said, advancing on Mrs. Damon with a confidence I didn't know I possessed, "but don't distort the truth. You can rely on pack status, but don't disrespect others."
The sting of wolfsbane on my skin was nothing compared to the burning anger that surged through me as I faced her. My slap had left a vivid red mark on her cheek, and for a moment, we stood frozen in a tableau of shock—hers at my audacity, mine at my own actions.
Then her face crumpled, transforming into a mask of exaggerated grief as she clutched her cheek. "How dare you!" she wailed, her voice rising to a pitch designed to attract attention. "After everything you've done to my son!"
The few shoppers leaving the supermarket paused, turning to wat
