Third Person's POV
The dim yellow light of the streetlamp spilled over the empty sidewalk. A cold wind swept past, dragging a few dead leaves across the concrete.
She was already gone.
The trench coat he had just draped over her shoulders was hanging on the coat rack by the restaurant door, looking like a silent, invisible slap in the face.
A sudden, ungraspable panic gripped Mortimer's chest.
"Where is she?!" he roared at his wolf deep within his consciousness, practically losing his mind.
But his usually arrogant beast just hid in the dark shadows of his mind, letting out a low, mocking scoff.
Mortimer's eyes snapped up.
His beast-like pupils constricted in the dark. Piercing through the heavy rain, he caught the exact moment Seraphina's silhouette disappeared as she pulled the d
