#Chapter 15 We Have To Leave

Viviane’s POV I can’t recall my mother ever truly lecturing me. Certainly we’ve had our arguments a few times over the years, after all, what teenager gets along with their parents all the time? However this is the first time in my memory she’s been genuinely angry with me, angry enough to raise her voice. My head is buried in my hands, a horrible ache searing through my temples as she circles the kitchen table, swaying on her feet as admonishments pour from her mouth. “Mom, please sit down.” I implore. “What’s the point in sitting?!” She cries, throwing her hands in the air. “We’ll probably be dead in a week.” Caspian’s visit had not gone over well. While it had successfully distracted the future Alpha from his efforts to sniff out my identity, his announcement had opened an entirely different can of worms. Mom held it together while he explained our meeting at the talent competition and expressed his affection for me, as well as his desire to help imp