(Sylvan's POV)The morning sky hung heavy with clouds, matching my darkening mood. I straightened my tie and checked my watch—still twenty minutes before Marcus was due to arrive. Running the Blood Moon organization required precision and punctuality, traits I excelled at in every aspect of my life.Except when it came to Vivian.I stepped outside earlier than necessary, preferring the bite of cold air to the suffocating silence of my empty home. Logan stirred restlessly beneath my skin, already sensing my irritation.When the black SUV pulled up, Marcus looked surprised to find me waiting outside."You're early, Alpha," he remarked, opening the door for me.I slid into the backseat, my ice-blue eyes fixed on the dismal landscape beyond the window. "Let's go."Marcus started the engine but hesitated before pulling away. "Is everything alright, sir?"I let out a humorless laugh. "Other she-wolves are made of water, but Vivian is made of ice."Marcus wisely remained silent, know
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