Julia's Perspective
Darren sprinted to his parents' former residence, where he had been sheltering Tamara. His enormous wolf form crashed through the entrance, demolishing it.
He snarled as he prowled through the dwelling with vengeance in his gaze. The house was unlit and seemed deserted.
He inhaled deeply, but detected no scent in the house, yet he remained wary. They possessed Oblivion.
He reverted to his human shape, fully attired.
"Tamara!" He shouted, his voice reverberating throughout the house. "Tamara! You treacherous woman! I know you're hiding! Show yourself!"
He cautiously explored the rooms of the house.
"Hello, Darren. Why the commotion?" Tamara's voice mocked from somewhere within.
"You know precisely why! You deranged deceiver! You utterly betrayed me!" He snarled, hurrying to the room only to find it vacant, save for a small speaker. He crushed it underfoot in rage.
Tamara laughed coldly. "Can you fault me? I was merely reciprocating."