Third Person's POV
On the other end of the phone, Cliff's brows furrowed deeply.
His voice carried a hint of confusion and unease, "Vanya?"
"Want to save your Luna? Bring five million dollars to trade!"
The voice on the other end was cold and resolute, exuding an undeniable sense of coercion.
Cliff's eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous glint.
But before he could respond, the caller hung up, leaving only a busy signal echoing in his ear.
His wolf growled in his mind, and through his wolf, he could sense that Vanya was indeed in trouble.
"Alpha Cliff, what's wrong?" Melinda, sitting beside him, noticed the change in Cliff's expression keenly.
She turned her head, her eyes fixed on Cliff, her gaze filled with confusion and a hint of suspicion and inquiry, as if guessing whether the
