(Vivian's POV)The tension in the room was suffocating as Sylvan stared at the rabbits nestled in our bed."I'll take care of this," I said, stepping cautiously toward the bed. "You should go to the guest room."A low growl rumbled from his chest. "This is my bedroom.""And you're about to lose control over some injured rabbits," I countered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Please, Sylvan."For a moment, I thought he might refuse. Then, with visible effort, he reined in his wolf and stepped back."Fix this," he ordered through clenched teeth. "All of it."Without another word, he turned and stalked out of the room, the door slamming behind him with enough force to rattle the picture frames on the wall.I exhaled shakily, the sudden silence almost as overwhelming as his presence had been. Phoebe stirred within me, concerned but not frightened. She'd never feared Sylvan's wolf, even when perhaps she should have."Miss Vivian?" Martha's tentative voice came from the doorway. "Is
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