My father stumbled to the limo. He glanced at both of us. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself," Logan said between gritted teeth.
Our father hung his head. "I'm sorry" he murmured "but you need to come back inside."
Logan got out of the limo stiffly. I surmised they were to take the guests back to their packs. He helped me out and held my hand tightly as I began to sob quietly, so angry that it hurt. "I'm so so sorry" Logan whispered, "I didn't think she would be capable of such cruelty."
He looked grim. Our father watched us walk slowly back inside. Logan led me into the kitchen where it was much quieter, sitting me down at the dining table. He grabbed me a cupcake and sat down next to me. "Eat," he said gruffly, looking pained as tears trickled down my cheeks.
I sniffled and took
