Viviane’s POV
I wish I could talk to Kiera.
It’s been a week since we spoke, since Caspian moved Mom and me into the Pack House despite my fervent objections. I’m still angry with them both, but keeping up the silent treatment is infinitely more difficult when I don’t have my best friend to lean on.
I’ve tried calling her dozens of times, but she never answers. At school she walks past me in the hallway as if she can’t even see me, which would be bad enough as it is. With Caspian’s added security measures, no one but Kiera is allowed to come within ten feet of me and even if they could, who would possibly be brave enough to try with Caspian’s guards tailing me at every turn.
I’ve tried to tell him countless times that his precautions are only going to draw more attention to me, but
