Third Person
“They’re nowhere to be found, ma’am,” a nearby rogue werewolf soldier alerts Bianca.
She stands on the beach, the night wind pushing her hair in every direction. She glares at the ocean, the crashing waves no longer being able to calm her anxious nerves and the anticipation that begins to bubble and fester inside of her body.
“What do you mean that they are not here? My spy told me that they were here not even a few days ago,” she turns around to look at them.
Anger is prominent in her eyes, her fists ready to claw and swipe at whoever is the next to deliver her bad news. All of the men in the nearby area begin to back away, slowly dispersing into the emptiness of the sand around her.
“Where is he?” Bianca snaps, raising her voice. “Bring him to me now!”
The soldiers dis
