3rd person POV:
Odin walked into the room, making sure to slam the door to alert the witch of his presence. She was seated in the centre of the room, surrounded by lit black candles. Laid out in front of her was a crystal ball, more candles and a personal item of Birdie's—a simple shirt.
She looked up at him, her eyes flashing in annoyance. "Alpha Odin," She said softly, her tone betraying the anger in her eyes. "You could have knocked. I was in deep concentration."
"Have you found her?" Odin snapped and folded his arms across his broad chest. He was getting annoyed and impatient with all the aimless waiting.
The witch — Myra — turned back to the items laid out in front of her. She mumbled a few incantations under her breath. She waved her hands in a peculiar motion over the crystal
