I didn't even try to defend myself. My mouth barely worked, and my body was betraying me, growing weaker by the second. But even if I could speak, would it even matter?
"You don't know your place," Father seethed, taking a step forward with his fists clenched at his sides. "Axel can never be yours. You are wolfless. You are nothing."
The words should have hurt. They probably would have if I had anything left in me to feel.
Rosa sniffled beside him, nodding solemnly. "I—I didn't want to believe it, Papá, but…" She looked at me then, eyes cold and victorious. "She's been acting so strange lately. And now this?" She let out another fake sob. "I… I just don't know what to do anymore!"
Don Diego turned his full wrath back to me. "You disgust me."
I felt lightheaded now, like my body was slowly separating from itself, floating further and further away. The room swayed. The floor tilted.
And then Don Diego moved. He lifted his hand. I braced myself already.
