"Say that again?! You saw *who*?!" Her voice was a piercing shriek, her eyes burning with destructive fire. "Caden Miller…" I was terrified by her reaction, repeating the name instinctively. "You little b***h! You dared to see him?! You wolf-blooded bastard! I knew it—that filthy blood runs in your veins, drawing you to those animals!" she shrieked, grabbing another half-full bottle from the table and hurling it at me without a second thought! I couldn"t dodge in time. The bottle struck my shoulder with a heavy thud. Pain made me grunt. Glass shattered. Liquor and possibly shards of glass cut into my skin. "Why?! Why do you hate him so much? What did he actually *do*?!" I endured the pain, facing her violence with a questioning tone for the first time while she was sober enough to understa
