Third Person P.O.V.
The sun hung low in the sky, its golden light pouring into the Blue Moon packhouse in thick, slanted rays. Evening had arrived, and with it came an atmosphere heavy with tension. The kind that made every breath feel like the calm before a storm. There was a sense of urgency in the air—subtle but unshakable.
In Matt's office, a usually tidy and pristine room, maps were unrolled over desks, chairs were pushed back in haste, and two tall men stood facing each other—Alpha Matt and Gamma Ryan.
Matt had his arms crossed, a pensive look on his face as he leaned against the edge of his desk. Ryan was pacing, eyes darting between the potion vial on the table and the window that framed the darkening sky.
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