Carswell's viewpoint
I stood in front of my mirror, my full-length mirror, watching my fingers as I clicked the lock of the cape over my shoulders. It wasn't needed, but it was the royal cape passed on from generation to generation. My best friend, Zane, sat on my bed, checking his flawless nail polishing work for the fifteenth time in thirty minutes. Caesar, my second friend, was trying to find my favourite ring.
That scent came again, but briefly. It had been troubling me for days. It wasn't like the roses to trouble me. It usually gave me peace so the new trouble was confusing me. My beast was more reckless but silent, he wouldn't talk because the confusion had gotten to him bad. It was starting to give me constant headache. The others said they didn't find anything weird in it,
