Third Person's POV
At a time like this, Seraphina didn't have the energy to argue with Mortimer about who was going down into the pit.
Her entire universe had shrunk to one single goal: getting Dash out of there alive.
She threw all her dignity out the window, kneeling right in the mud by the edge of the drain and leaning half her body inside to get closer to the puppy.
Sensing the puppy's sheer, life-threatening terror, Seraphina took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and reached deep into her subconscious to wake her wolf.
A faint trace of her pheromones—the clean, crisp scent of oakmoss after a rain—drifted gently down into the narrow, dark shaft.
It was like the puppy caught his owner's scent on the wind. The tiny golden retriever, who had been curled into a shivering ball in the f
