Seraphina's POV

The sight of blood on my pristine white tablecloth should have disgusted me. Instead, I felt a surge of satisfaction so pure it was almost intoxicating. Maya's collapse at the pack dinner had been even better than I'd hoped for – a perfect display of her weakness in front of every important wolf in the Blackwood territory.

I dabbed at the blood spots with my napkin, making sure everyone could see my composure in the face of such unseemly behavior. "Oh my," I said, my ...