Third Person P.O.V.
The silence in the car was suffocating.
Veronica sat stiffly in the back seat, her fingernails digging into the faux leather as the black SUV wound its way through the winding forest road back to Diane’s estate. The atmosphere in the vehicle was heavy with frustration and disbelief, no one daring to speak for several minutes after returning from the cabin.
They had searched every nook and corner, her voice had gone hoarse, screaming Mason’s name into the surrounding woods, only to be met with the same cruel response: nothing.
He was gone.
It made no sense.
The cabin was cloaked in one of Diane’s most powerful enchantments, protected with a spell that masked it from any and all werewolf senses, not to mention the obedience and obsession potions that should have kep
