CELINE’S POV
The days crawled by like years. My family barely spoke to me, and when they did, their words were sharp, clipped, dismissive. I had always known I was the quieter twin, the one that lived in Seraphina’s shadow, but now I was invisible—except when they wanted to remind me of my disobedience.
The walls of our house pressed in on me. I wasn’t allowed to go to the pack house, wasn’t allowed to see Tristan, wasn’t even allowed to step outside without someone’s watchful eye. They didn’t need to chain me to a wall—I was already a prisoner. And the cruelest part? I had no one to turn to. No friends. No allies. No shoulder to cry on. My family smiled for the world, projecting the image of perfection, the noble Alpha family who held everything together. Who would believe me if I said
