I don’t get the opportunity to react because my upper arm is seized by the shifter in question and I find myself face to face with rough looking man who is sniffing at me, almost curiously, “Who are you? You’re not one of ours.”
There is something about him which makes me almost queasy, this l**t in his eyes.
I wrench my hand away from him, “I’m just passing through!”
He sniffs at me again, getting a little too close for my liking, “You don’t have the scent of a mate on you.”
I take a few steps back, “I was leaving right now. Get out of my way.”
He sneers at me, covering the distance between us, “No can do, sweetheart. You’re on our territory. Any wolf passing through our territory has to announce themselves. You’re coming with me!”
This time when he grabs my wrist it’s with an iron
