Third-person POV
The morning rain hadn’t let up. Thunder cracked in the distance, rumbling through the dense forest surrounding the Bloodfang Pack territory like the roar of an ancient beast. It was a grim kind of morning—gray, cold, and damp—but Raymond had no time to enjoy or complain about the weather.
After completing his Friday morning Enforcer Elite training from 8 a.m. to 10 a.m., Raymond was soaked in sweat, sore, and determined to get cleaned up fast. The second he walked through the condo door, he peeled off his jacket and boots and shouted, “Baby, can I use the shower?”
“Of course,” Jasmine called from the dining area, where Harmony was carefully snapping her fingers to conjure lunch for the road—despite all her earlier whining.
Raymond bolted upstairs, grabbed his duffel,
