Anderson’s parents, Elder Torvin and Elder Maeve, glared at me with open hostility.
Rowan was sobbing uncontrollably beside them.
“Bad wolf! Bad wolf hurt Mommy! I don’t want her in our pack!”
“I want Mommy! I want my real Mommy!”
Shirley leaned weakly against Anderson, her wet clothes clinging dramatically.
“I’m sorry… I just told Rosalie I’d agreed to stand in for her at the Bonding Ceremony. I never thought she’d react like this…”
“Don’t blame her, Anderson. She’s been through so much…”
I lay awkwardly on the deck, a bitter smile twisting my scarred lips.
“Anderson, don’t I deserve an explanation? The fire, my wolf’s death, the pup—was any of it real?”
Anderson’s brow furrowed, but I caught the flash of panic in his eyes.
“What are you talking about? The fire was a tragic accident. Shirley’s just trying to help by taking your place in the ceremony.”
“She’s being kind, and you attack her? What’s happened to you, Rosalie?”