Zoella’s POV
I haven’t spoken a single word to my mother since the moment Violet left.
A thousand thoughts clawed through my mind; to kill my mother for selling my sister, to scream at her, to expose her to the entire Luna-Light Pack.
But I couldn’t. She was still my mother, no matter what she’d done.
Finally, I decided to face her.
I sat across from her at the kitchen table, her face half-hidden behind the steam rising from her untouched tea. The house smelled of old wood and lavender polish, but beneath it lingered the scent of regret left too long in the air.
My voice came out louder than I intended. “Say it again,” I said, my hands trembling from anger. “Tell me what you said about Violet this morning.”
Her eyes snapped u
