Dexmon scanned the area, unsure of his surroundings.
It looked like a forest, but the edges were covered in fog.
Paws struck damp earth, muscle and instinct carrying him forward without thought or question.
He did not know why he was running, only that he had to.
Gold and pink flashed from his peripheral vision, and he skidded to a halt.
The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen stood alone between the trees. And she was crying.
Dex surged forward, closing the distance in seconds. He shifted mid-stride into human form and dropped to his knees in front of her.
She startled, eyes snapping up, wide and wet.
"What is wrong?" he asked, already breaking. His chest ached at the sight of her tears, like something vital had cracked open.
She wiped her eyes.
"I've had a rough day," she replied dryly. It was all she could get out without crying.
"What happened?"
He had the urge to touch her cheek and wipe her tears away.
