Under the table, out of her line of sight, my hand tightened into a white-knuckled fist.
Even though I had pretended not to, to protect Katherine’s pride, I had heard every single horrible word my mother had hurled at her in the corridor: I knew Kat needed to handle her on her own, without me jumping at her defense and protecting her like a helpless child – and she had, and flawlessly at that, because she was a badass. But I knew my mother’s words had cut deep: I could read the lingering damage, the pain and the insecurity in her eyes even now, more than an hour later. Those insults were still carving through her soul, chipping away at her self-esteem.
Had it been entirely up to my wolf and me, I would have burst in the hallway, shoved my mother off my mate, and banished her from Lone Mo
