Yes, I do. We did teach you, to protect pack. Not just one, but all. You could have moved me. Or at the very least, put me under an assumed name.
The fact remains, niece, that I blame you for something that happened while you were grief-stricken. Everyone blames me for something that happened when I wasn't even in my right mind. And how to we know I wasn't in my right mind?
Discounting the fact that I bit an unconsenting teenager? I bit Scott McCall instead of Stiles Stilinski.