The pack members stared at Bryan with the particular fascination people reserve for something they didn't see coming, and his little voice rang out across the gym with a clarity that left absolutely no room for misunderstanding.
"They should run around the pack the whole day, screaming Mommy's name with apology."
'You were right to forgive him,' Marsha said in Seraphine's mind like warm light through a window. 'He seems smarter than his father.'
Seraphine's mouth curved slightly, but she didn't reply.
Bryan had seen his father hand down that exact punishment before, had watched it play out from whatever corner he'd been tucked into, absorbing more than anyone had given him credit for.
Ravyn knew it too, and the faint smile that crossed his face carried a complicated kind of pride in it, the sort that comes with the uncomfortable realization that your child has been paying closer attention to you than you realized.
