(Sylvan's POV)I watched Vivian try to leave with Nathan. My wolf Logan snarled beneath my skin, the territorial instinct nearly overwhelming me."Vivian, wait," I called out sharply.Nathan Sterling stepped between us, his body creating a barrier. "Thorne," he said evenly, "she's made her choice clear."The Sterling Pack Alpha's scent rose subtly—not challenging me directly, but protective in a way that made my blood boil."This doesn't concern you, Sterling," I growled, my rainforest scent intensifying."It does when you're forcing someone who doesn't want to talk to you," Nathan replied firmly. "If she's unwilling, you need to respect that."Vivian stood behind Nathan, her golden eyes refusing to meet mine. Even her wolf Phoebe seemed subdued, exhausted by our confrontation."Five minutes," I insisted, looking past Nathan to Vivian. "That's all I'm asking for.""I don't want to hear it," Vivian said firmly. "Whatever explanation you have, it's three years too late."The fi
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