(Selene)
Alexander dropped me off at the pack house and told me he would talk to me when he got back. I didn’t say anything; I just nodded and walked inside. I was already in a bad mood, and I knew talking to my parents wasn’t going to make it any better since Dad wanted to talk to me.
I found Dad in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. Mom stood behind him, hands folded in front of her, head down. She always did that, always acted like she didn’t have a voice. It drove me crazy.
“Selene,” Dad said, glancing up at me. “You’ve been missing training a lot lately.”
“I’ve been going to my classes,” I said, crossing my arms.
“That’s not an excuse.” He took a sip of his coffee. “Your training is just as important as your education. You can’t ignore it.”
“I’m not ignoring
