Calista
The force of it sent me stumbling back a step, my cheek burning with pain. "Silence!" he roared, his eyes blazing with fury.
"I don't want to hear your excuses. You have already disgraced our family with your birth, and now you don’t miss a single chance to humiliate us in front of the pack."
I stood there, my hand pressed to my cheek, fighting back tears. The taste of blood lingered in my mouth where my teeth had cut into my lip. The physical pain was nothing compared to the crushing weight of his words.
Father’s expression hardened. “You know how much those dishes mean to your mother? The one that’s been passed down for generations?”
I whispered, feeling the tears start to well up again, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough,” he said, his tone final
