Xavier's POV
After Dale left, I allowed my wolf to take control. With him taking charge he could see and smell better than I can in his form. He was also faster than me due to being used to his natural beast-like form, and right now that's what he was.
A beast on a mission. A mission to find his beauty.
A flash of lightning erupted from the skies, I jumped from the third story open window at the end of the corridor and landed gracefully on my four paws. A snarl left his mouth as he sniffed the ground below in search of her scent which somehow vanished once we stepped out the window.
Vampires are tricky bastards, they could mask scents almost as good as a werewolf can. Hence, almost. But they can't hide a mate's natural scent, the one that is made to drive us closer. But is was harder t
