Sam's POV

His own footsteps sounded lonely as they echoed through the hallway.

Sam was in a sour mood, cranky and tired. He hadn't slept good in days. He was tired of fighting with himself. He was desperate for peace, for any kind of respite from this feeling in his gut.

It was the smell of her that caught his attention.

It was the smell of her mixed with the coppery tang of blood that made him hurry.

His feet carried him faster, nearly running toward the scent ...