Elara's POV
The crack of the slap rang through the apartment.
Ryan's head snapped to the side.
A red mark rose instantly along his cheekbone.
'Get out.' My voice shook so badly it almost disgusted me, but I didn't care. 'If you're really that powerful, do whatever you want. I'd love to see you try dragging me into a pack tribunal.'
Ryan slowly turned his face back.
He looked at me—shaking, eyes wet, lip bitten raw, still refusing to let a single tear fall—and something unreadable moved through his expression.
'Elara.' His voice softened, and somehow that made it infinitely worse. 'I know today was hard. I'll find the best healer for your back. We can start scar treatment whenever you're ready. Seraphina has a temper. She was spoiled. But she won't touch you again. I'll make sure of
