Sylvia’s POV
The project manager just sent me a file as I was about to drive away. They wanted me to reorganize a new document based on market conditions. With one quick glance, I realized I'd already researched and compiled this exact information.
Unfortunately, that document was sitting in my old room back at the Frostfang Pack house.
I sighed deeply, my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin. I'd have to go back—no way was I wasting time recreating something I'd already done. Checking the time, I calculated that Alpha Astra, my mother, likely wouldn't be home yet.
Perfect. I could get in and out quickly.
I expertly maneuvered my car into the high-end estate, parking with practiced ease in the garage. Sunlight poured across the driveway, and the mansion stood eerily qu
