Finnian and I broke apart. Calista crouched atop Father’s limp form in the middle of the highway, her white muzzle as red as the dress she’d obliterated. Her lips pulled back from her fangs as her human cackle echoed in my head. My blood froze in my veins, sealing me to the spot. Calista had truly gone insane.
“How could you?!” I screamed, emitted a high-pitched yelp from my mouth to go with it.
“How could I not?” she shot back, still laughing. “Someone has to lead the East Village, and he was obviously no longer fit if he was going to fall for your lies.”
My heart hurt too much to pound. It just sat like a cold hard lump in my chest, too heavy to even hold up. My front legs swayed. Father… at least we’d had a chance to reconcile, but… this wouldn’t have happened if Finnian and I hadn’t
