*I am your Doom*
Arthur's POV:
I was driving past the city when something caught my eye. I saw Elara Williams, or someone with the same figure as her, in the bakery across the road. At first, I didn't believe it, but my wolf was more adamant than I was, so I had to confirm. On reaching the shop, I guessed right; it was Elara. The first thing I asked myself was what she was doing here.
Dressed in a messy uniform and flour-filled apron, she stood with some guy who looked pretty old. I was going to ignore it at first, but then I heard something; they seemed to be having a small argument.
Still not able to digest the fact that she's probably working here, I found him raising his hand on her, threatening to hit her while she recoiled. My hands shook in spasms, and I immediately became infur
