Third Person's POV
After screaming her lungs out, Seraphina didn't grant Mortimer another look.
She took a deep breath, lowering her head again to force herself to calmly scroll through the missing pet updates on Twitter.
Right then, in a quiet corner of the dark street, a tiny, incredibly faint whimper echoed.
Seraphina's fingers completely froze over her phone screen.
She whipped her head up, her ears twitching as she tracked the incredibly quiet sound.
But looking around, there was nothing but the howling cold wind.
The sound had been too short—so short that Seraphina started wondering if her high anxiety was making her hallucinate.
But even if it was a false hope, she had to chase it.
Seraphina took a deep breath, calling out toward the pitch-black bushes.
"Dash? Dash, are yo
