Third Person POV(Sorel):
The moment I walked inside of the building I smelled it. The scent of strawberries and marshmallows. My wolf woke from his nap. He has been happily sleeping since we went running with Aldo and his wolf. What the bad was taken off my head I saw where the smell was coming from. Standing like a force of nature is a woman. She is about five, five, pale skinned, with blue eyes, short red hair. Hair I would love to run my fingers through.
“Who the hell are you?”, she asked.
I just stared at her. I am not sure if the look of confusion on her face is because of that I am not the man she is expecting to see, or I am not the man she is expecting. For a moment she had a look of awe on her face, then it changed back to serious.
“I asked again who are you?”, she asked
