Mother stood in the doorway, her face a mask of utter, twisted fury. Her gaze latched onto me like a venomous snake. Her nostrils flared, clearly detecting the lingering traces of magic in the air, and… the scent of Luke and his pack that I"d brought back from the party, which a night hadn"t been enough to completely erase. "You! Used! That! Filthy! Power! Again!" she spat, each word a sharp, ear-splitting shard. Her eyes burned with insane rage. "And this disgusting stink of wet dog all over you! Where were you last night?! You went to see those damned beasts again, didn"t you?!" She flew at me like a hurricane. Before I could even react, a fist, driven by her full strength, slammed into my abdomen! "Ugh!" Agony doubled me over. It felt like my insides had been rearranged. But it was only
