3rd person pov
Travis awoke two hours before sunrise and almost instantly realized two things. The first, was that his lover was gone from his side, and the second, was that it was cold, indicating she hadn’t been in his sleeping bag in a long time. As fast as he could he was tumbling out of his tent, anger seeping through him. He was fully transformed before he was fully out of the tent, ripping the lining in the process, along with his clothes. He sniffed the air, searching for her scent, for anything, but there was nothing. He smelled her scent around their tent, he smelled his wife’s scent as well, but it was muddled, old, hours ago. It could have been before they went into their tents, since his wife’s tent was right next to his. He thrust his nose into her tent and let out a gro
