Third-Person POV
The air in the room was thick with a strange, sweet smell that Liam couldn't fight. His body felt like it was pinned under a mountain. Every time he tried to lift a hand, his muscles gave out.
"Scarlett?" he whispered again, his voice cracking. "Is that you?"
The figure stepped into the room, her long chocolate hair falling over her shoulders just the way he remembered. She sat on the edge of the bed, her weight dipping the mattress.
"Yes, my love," she whispered, her voice soft and airy. "I'm back. Did you miss me?"
"I... I missed you every second," Liam breathed, his mind a hazy mess of grief and the drug. He reached out a trembling hand, but his fingers barely grazed her arm before falling back. He frowned, his wolf stirring weakly in the back of his mind. "You smell... different, Scarlett. Like flowers and... something sharp."
"My scent changed over time, Liam," she murmured, leaning over him. "Death changes a person."
