Third Person POv
Vaden strode purposefully through the corridors of the castle, his sharp senses attuned to one goal: finding Sofia. He let his nose guide him, her sweet, enticing scent drifting faintly in the air. It was a blend of his favorite things, uniquely hers, and it never failed to calm his wolf—or rile him up, depending on his mood.
After the unpleasant encounter with Harland, he needed her more than ever. She was his safe haven, his perfect match, and the only one who could banish the frustration clinging to him like a shadow.
As he approached the library, the scent grew stronger, and his lips curled into a wolfish grin. Just as he rounded the corner, she appeared, stepping out of the massive oak doors with an armful of books and a satisfied yet tired expression.
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