Rhea’s POV
My mother walks over to me. Her face is a mask of polite concern. “Rhea, darling, how was your night?” she asks, her voice soft.
I say nothing. I just stand there in the doorway, my arms hanging loose at my sides, staring at them. My wolf stirs inside me, displeased at her pretence, but I push her down. No point in responding. Words won’t change anything.
A wave of sadness crashes over me as I realize that if I hadn’t come out of the kitchen, no one would have even noticed I was missing.
They were all laughing and chatting like a perfect family unit, and I was just… invisible. Forgotten. It hits me hard, this emptiness, like a punch to the gut from one of the academy guards.
Before Sophia came into our lives, things were so different. Mother would check on me every mornin
