She only gave a cold, thin smile.
"The harder you beg for this bastard's life, the more I want to kill him."
She raised my son high and hurled him at the ground.
"No!"
The scream ripped from my throat. It changed nothing.
All I could do was watch as my son slammed into the stone.
"He's still alive?"
Seraphina stared at the infant still squirming on the ground, murmuring to herself.
"Let's see just how hard this little mongrel is to kill."
She lifted her foot and brought it down on him.
The impact shook the ground.
The blow carried her full, devastating force.
It cratered the floor beneath him.
Every handmaiden there was certain the pup was dead.
But his tiny hands still moved, waving as though nothing had happened.
"I refuse to believe I can't kill one worthless mongrel!"
Seraphina's composure shattered. She summoned Moonsilver Fire and sent it crashing down on my son.
White-hot flames engulfed him in an instant. The stench of burning silver hit the air, and the scream that left me was not human. It came from somewhere deeper, somewhere the blood-bond had carved open inside me, a place that had no name before this moment and would never close again.