Luara was amused by the way Selena tried to keep it together. It was almost comical to watch the mask of the perfect bride begin to crack at the edges, the fake smile freezing on her lips, her eyes searching for support in faces that once admired her and now whispered behind her back. The entire pack was divided between pity and revulsion, and Luara, who had always been Beta's sweet daughter, found pleasure in realizing that pity could be a powerful weapon.

Every sentence she uttered ...