CELINE’S POV
I sat across from my parents, the quiet of the living room suffocating me more than any shouting ever could. The clock ticked steadily on the wall, each second drumming against my chest like a cruel reminder of everything I’d lost. My throat felt tight, words burning to be spoken but caught behind the lump of betrayal pressing against it.
Seraphina wasn’t home. She was probably with Tristan at the packhouse, laughing with him, smiling up at him the way I once thought she looked at me when I shared my secrets. That image made my stomach twist and my blood simmer. My twin. My other half. And yet she had turned against me, standing at his side while I stood alone in front of the entire pack, humiliated, broken.
I kept seeing it. The kiss. His arm wrapped around her like I neve
