VIVIAN POV.
It was 8 p.m., and yet no one was here.
I stood alone in the woods, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as the cold wind whispered through the trees. I had received an anonymous message this morning, telling me to wait here at this exact time for further instructions. It was odd, suspicious even. But what was even stranger was that I knew the sender— not physically, of course, but we had met before, under different circumstances.
I shouldn’t have come. I had watched enough crime shows to know that meeting a stranger in the middle of nowhere, at an ungodly hour, was practically inviting danger. It had all the makings of a death sentence. But I was the daughter of a former Beta, the sister of the current Beta. I had been trained in self defense since childhood. I kn
