Sylvia's POV
By the time I reached my mother’s office, my wolf was already pacing beneath my skin, tense and restless, like she could sense the storm waiting on the other side of that door.
The media explosion overnight wasn’t just a PR disaster—it was a tactical hit.
Someone had timed it too perfectly to be random.
But as usual, I was less worried about the enemy and more about how my mother—Alpha Astra—would react.
When I stepped into the office, the air was thick with tension.
Selene was there, of course.
Draped in soft silk and fake sweetness, she stood behind our mother, gently massaging her shoulders like some loyal little lapdog. Picture perfect, as always.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
Our mother sat hunched over her desk, dark eyes fixed on the gl
