Agony twisted her features. She crumpled to the ground, both hands pressed tight over her belly, tears streaming down her face.
Nana Ashwick shrieked. "Mistress! What happened to you?!"
Then she whipped around and glared at me, eyes blazing. "Even if you are the heir's bonded mate, that gives you no right to lay hands on a she-wolf carrying young! She's about to whelp! You strike now, and you'll be killing two lives. Is that what you want?!"
"The Pack Heir isn't in the territory. You think you can act this brazen without consequence? You don't think he'll come back and settle the score?"
Settle the score with me? If he didn't come looking for me first, I'd be looking for him. Keeping a secret mate, dragging the Shadowmere name through the mud. The heir to the Shadowmere Pack, stooping to something so disgraceful.
Rosalind charged forward and slapped Nana Ashwick clean across the face. The crack rang out sharp and loud. "Insolent old hag! How dare you speak to my Luna that way. How dare you slander her."
Nana Ashwick shrieked. "You dare strike me? Mistress, you must stand up for this old servant! Have the Pack Heir cast out this vicious she-wolf at once!"