Third Person’s Point Of View.
“Seraphina!”
Ronan’s boots pounded against the stained floors of the underground brothel, the red lights flickering like the pulse of something evil that was alive in the walls. His lungs burned, his muscles strained, but he didn’t slow. His wolf roared only for her, louder than ever before, clawing at his insides with the desperation of a beast sensing its possession was in danger.
He felt her close by but her aura was fading fast, as if forcibly erased. Still the pull of her wolf…it was there, slipping further from his grasp with each second.
He turned the final corner with a ragged breath and then broke down the door where he felt her. The door crushed down loudly but as he stormed in, “Seraphina!!”
The room was empty. His wolf eyes spotted the lar
