AUTHOR'S POV
Scott's hand moved across the bed, instinctive, searching. His palm only felt the warm but empty sheets on Diana's side of the bed. Waking up, he was expecting silk skin, soft breaths, and the quiet pull of Diana's presence, and yet, he got nothing in his hands first thing in the morning. Just warmth fading into cold. He then opened his eyes but what his eyes opens to gave him the shock of his life.
"GYAAH!", he let out a shameless scream and almost choke at Ofir's oddly looking pale face and dark button eyes gawking inches from his face. "What the.. OFIR!", he hollered and jumped off the bed while he cover his manhood with a pillow. "Don't you fucking do that!", ever since he met one of these creatures, he've been too edgy and leery of their presence. "Ugh! Geez!", he panted, lifting a finger at the tiny beast frowning at him. Calming down, he took deep long breaths from freaking out. Looking around, he noticed Diana is nowhere to be seen. From then on, the calm that he struggled for never arrived. "Where's Diana?".
After last night, it felt like nothing can ruin Scott's bliss. With Diana coming home to him in one piece, a surge of euphoria and relief came over him. All his insecurities, uncertainties and inhibitions disappeared in her touches, and in her words. He felt loved and secured. Not until this morning that he woke up in an empty room, alone with a lythari. "Diana?", he called, but only silence returned.
Of all the good things that happened with Diana last night, what rushed over him was every single detail that confirms his fear. How she held him a little longer. The way she looked at him like she was memorizing something she couldn't keep. He knew somewhere between her whispered breaths and the weight of sleep dragging him under.
He knew, and let it happen anyway.
"Diana?", Scott walked to the bathroom despite not feeling her presence there. Calling her name plenty of times, but she never answered. Not her voice, not even the echo of her presence. Her lingering scent have also faded, like a string pulled into a vanishing line. Scott stepped out of the bathroom in a robe, and spotted Ofir still standing in the middle of the room.
"She left", the lythari elf said.
"Well, if your face is the first thing I'd see in the morning, I'd leave too", Scott stammered, opening the bedroom door. "Diana? Luna!", his voice echoing in his entire flat, still no reply. He searched with his eyes, then with his Alpha senses... And that's when he finally believed that she's gone. "Why didn't you wake me up?!", he frantically asked, rushing to the bathroom again for a quick shower, thinking she might not have gone too far if he make haste.
"She didn't take me as planned...", Ofir worriedly said. He followed Scott to the bathroom with saddened eyes. "She didn't take me".
"Find her", he ordered, his voice sharper than the water running.
"I can't!".
"What a useless...", Scott clicked his tongue, and continued washing his body with soap and covered his hair with shampoo as quickly as he don't usually do. Then, in the middle of lathering his body, a hard punch landed on the wall with his fist. "Fuck!!", his jaw hardened. The hurt in his voice echoed not from his reddened knuckles but from the Luna leaving without saying anything. Scott thought it was clear for the both of them. He chose his words very well not to scare her away. He made sure he was gentle enough to let her stay. Nevertheless, none of whatever he did was enough. The hand of fate seemed to have a different plan for them and sadly, Diana didn't involved him in.
"My power doesn't reach where she went", Ofir fearfully revealed. "We have to find her".
Scott realized Diana didn't just run. She left and chose a place no one could reach. He then turned the shower off and grabbed a towel hanging on the wall. "Where would she go?", he asked the lythari.
"She talked about her father", Ofir revealed, waiting for Scott to put on his clothes. "Quickly, Lycan King. Before someone else finds her first".
A dead man, her father that is. He scoffed at the lythari for giving him hints that doesn't make sense. However, the earnestness in its voice and the despondency in its eyes were adequate for him to believe its truth. Thus, Scott didn't liked the idea of keeping Ofir by his side without understanding its driving behavior around Diana. It makes him wonder, and feel uneasy having him involved. Greatly, its determination to find Diana earns his trust, that maybe, Ofir might come handy. Scott scurried out of the room. On his way to the elevator, a ring from the building's telephone system erupted. He didn't want to answer the call, but something in him took the initiative to pick up the phone. It is not everyday someone from building calls him without great importance.
The lobby receptionist greeted. A guest is requesting to come up Scott's floor. Hearing the name of his visitor, Scott agreed and gave access. A decision he hoped he won't regret. "You might want to scram for a moment", he told the lythari.
"He can't see me. Unless I let him", Ofir hopped on Scott's shoulder, as they both wait for the elevator to open. Forces stronger than lythari elves only have keen eyes to see them. Random wolves wouldn't catch a glimpse of him no matter how much they sense his presence. Ofir stayed, not wanting to be left out again.
Scott kept his hands in his pockets, as he darken his eyes straight ahead. When the elevator chimes, he held his head up to the old man who surfaced from the elevator. "Stanley", he clenched his jaw. "What a surprise".
In a black suit, Stanley removes his fedora hat entering Scott's home, squeezing a wooden cane with a wolf handle at each heavy step as if his entire life depends on it. He looked around with his eyes before staring at Scott with a timid smile. "Am I not welcome?".
"You're here now", Scott wet his lips, leading his father to the bar.