Author's Point of view

Throughout the weekend farmer's market, the early fall air carried the aroma of crisp apples, toasty spices, and fresh bread. Steaming cakes, handcrafted items, and colorful fruit were on display at the stalls that lined the cobbled walkways. The area was alive with chatter and laughter, a mix of werewolf and human customers, as the city had gradually come to terms with their dual existence.

Marcus was standing far away. Observing.

He leaned against the dark facade of a bookshop across the street, his hands stuffed deep in his jacket pockets, his posture tense, controlled.

From where he stood, he could see Lily and Aiden moving...