MAEVE'S POV
"You treasonous little bitch," she sneered, then spat on my face. I growled, but the guards pinned me tighter. "What is it, Maeve? Do you want to beat me up like a wild animal too? Do you want to bite and claw at my face like a starved dog? How dare you start a fight with the future Luna of this reputable pack? How dare you lay your whoring, filthy fingers on her? You're nothing but a washed-up, vindictive slut. A nobody! A pig! A doormat! A bottom-barrel useless woman who couldn't even carry her own child! But it seems you've forgotten too soon—so I will remind you, Maeve."
Again, Lydia's hand landed on my cheek. Harder this time. But she didn't stop.
Even as I strained painfully against the guards, even as I fought to break free, her hand descended again and again, each blow louder, more brutal, bruising deeper and deeper.
I could taste blood in my mouth. The metallic tang made me see red—but it also made me dizzy.
