Sylvia's POV
The moment I stepped through the front door of Caesar’s house, my wolf tensed.
There they were—Caesar and Helena—seated a little too close together on the living room couch. The sight hit me like ice water down the spine.
For a split second, instinct screamed at me to turn around, to sidestep the drama and spare myself the headache.
But I didn’t move.
I’d done enough running lately—enough hiding out at my family estate, licking wounds and pretending I didn’t care.
That wasn’t who I was. Not really.
And if Helena had already made herself comfortable here, acting like she belonged, then why was I the one acting like an outsider in my own mate’s territory?
Hell no.I wasn’t built for retreat.
As I walked further into the room, my spine straightened, my
