Chapter 84

Sylvia's POV I stopped dead the second the front door swung open—and there she was. Selene. Of course. My mom stood in the doorway, smiling like she'd just found a long-lost puppy on the porch. Meanwhile, I stood frozen behind her, every muscle in my body locking up. My jaw clenched. Well, shit. The moment Mom had shown up, she'd been on my case with questions. I should’ve known then. Selene had already gotten to her. Fed her the story, probably with wide eyes and innocent hand gestures, like she hadn’t been the one lighting the match in the first place. I could feel my wolf pacing, irritated, ready to snap. She hated Selene almost as much as I did. Why couldn’t my so-called sister keep her claws out of things that didn’t concern her? The next morning, breakfast felt... weirdly peaceful. Suspiciously so. The three of us sat around the table, picking at eggs and toast like we hadn’t just survived a full-blown emotional hurricane the night before. No one brought it up. No “about last nig