6:00 AM.The silence of the bedroom was shattered by the sharp ring .Ethan practically ejected from the bed. He grabbed his phone, a flicker of panic crossing his face.He glanced at me, checking if I was still "asleep," then answered in a hushed voice as he hurried out to the balcony.I opened my eyes. My wolf hearing sharpened, picking up every sound through the glass doors. I listened to him standing in the freezing wind, his voice so gentle it could drip honey, pleading with whoever was on the other end.I didn't need to smell the air to know who it was.Sure enough, a few minutes later, Ethan pushed the door open. As he changed his clothes, he said, "Ivy, what do you want for breakfast?"I rolled over. "Whatever."Ethan rushed out the door.Half an hour later, he returned, looking travel-worn. In his hands were two roasted deer legs that had gone stone cold and a cup of goat milk that had lost all its steam."Ivy, the line at that specialty restaurant was too long, so I just boug
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