Seraphina's POV
The sight of blood on my pristine white tablecloth should have disgusted me. Instead, I felt a surge of satisfaction so pure it was almost intoxicating. Maya's collapse at the pack dinner had been even better than I'd hoped for – a perfect display of her weakness in front of every important wolf in the Blackwood territory.
I dabbed at the blood spots with my napkin, making sure everyone could see my composure in the face of such unseemly behavior. "Oh my," I said, my voice carrying just the right note of concerned surprise. "Perhaps someone should help the poor dear to her room."
The pack members around the table murmured among themselves as two guards carried Maya's unconscious form away. I caught fragments of their conversations – words like "unfit," "unstable," and "d
