"Behold!" Draco's voice rang out like a thunderclap, his words dripping with contempt. "The treacherous snake who dared strike at the heart of our pack."

Lisa flinched at his scathing declaration, hunching inward as if to make herself a smaller target against the deluge of vitriol she knew would follow. Sure enough, the assembled throngs took up the call in a swelling cacophony of outrage.

"Murderer!"

"Poisoner!"

"Hang the bitch!"

She shrank further into herself with each condemning cry, cradling her newborn sons against her chest. "Please..." she pleaded, her voice nearly drowned out by the roiling sea of hatred. "You're wrong... I'm innocent!"

"Enough of your lies, woman!"

Draco's...