Ava's POV
My wolf went utterly still at his words.
“How could you like her?” Jasper screamed, pointing at me with a shaking finger. “She killed someone! She belongs in prison!”
Then his control snapped.
With a wild sweep of both arms, he knocked the entire spread from the table. Platters crashed, bowls shattered. Silver rang across the stone.
A wave of steaming broth and sauce cascaded over me.
Heat slammed into my arms, lap and thighs, liquid fire soaking through cloth to flesh. My nerves screamed. Any wolf would have jerked back on instinct alone.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I just stared at him, at my son.
Shock hollowed me out from the inside, leaving only a numb, echoing cold where my heart should be.
The hall smelled of spilled food and Jasper’s fear.
Because the instant the
