Norwan burst through the airport doors, heart pounding, instincts sharp. The crowd swirled around him like a tide, but he had one focus—Natalie. Without a second thought, he sprinted toward the terminal, his senses flaring to life. He inhaled deeply, filtering the sea of unfamiliar scents until he caught a trace—faint, but hers. That familiar scent grounded him, guiding him like a compass.

He scanned the area, eyes narrowing, sharpening, seeking her silhouette in the chaos. But it wasn’t enough. The crowd was too thick, the noise too loud, the movement too fast. Then he looked up.

A spark of clarity hit him—he needed height. From above, he could see...