[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
“What’s happening, Dominic?” I asked him, eyes wide as I saw his face full of dread.
He seemed confused when he stared at me blankly as if he could see something other than me. The terror had spread in his mind like dark ink, contaminating him with thoughts of murder. That confusion turned into panic, panic into rage, and rage into despair.
“Dominic?” I asked him again as I started to feel worried and scared for him. I had never seen him lose control over his emotions like this. “What happened? What happened to the southern border? What do you mean about your relatives—”
“I have to go, love.” Dominic was not himself when he walked away from me and shifted into his werewolf form. I watched him run towards the southern part of the village and didn’t glance back even for a second.
That’s how grave the situation was.