Harrison Thorne's hands gripped the armrests of his wheelchair with white-knuckled fury as he stared down Theronius. The two men were in the hallway outside the study where I still sat recovering, wrapped in a blanket Lyra had draped around my shoulders.
"You pushed her too far," Harrison growled, his voice low but vibrating with rage. I'd never seen Kaelen's father this angry. The gentle, wise man I'd come to love like my own father was gone, replaced by the fierce Alpha he'd once been. "You saw what that memory was doing to her, and you kept going."
Theronius stood his ground, though his face had paled. "With all due respect, Alpha Thorne, the memory needed to be processed completely. Cutting it short could have caused psychological damage—"
"And what do you call what happened in there?" Harrison's voice rose slightly. "She was reliving the most traumatic moment of her life! She was physically ill!"
