The heavy oak doors echoed as they slammed shut, cutting off Sarah’s last scream. The silence that followed was even louder. It pressed against the ears of every wolf remaining in the room.
I stood on the dais, looking down at the "High Wolves" who were still frozen on their knees. They looked like statues of terror. A few minutes ago, they were drinking champagne and celebrating my misery. Now, they didn't even dare to breathe.
"Stand up," I said. My voice was calm, but it cut through the room like a blade.
They scrambled to their feet, stumbling over each other. My father, the man who had traded me for a "pure" daughter, stayed slumped in his chair. He looked a hundred years older. His eyes were vacant, staring at the spot on the floor where Fenris had just been humiliated.
"The Bloo
