He was up in my space. I scrambled back to the other side of the hall. It wasn’t big enough for me to go far. I bumped against the opposite wall. He followed, chasing me, until he had me splayed on the wall. He placed his hands on the wall beside my head. I was caged in. There was nowhere to go.
I stared into his eyes. I remembered how I felt when I first looked into them in the forest. When he was a wolf, it was so easy to embrace his touch. Though I’d been scared of him then too, it wasn’t this fear that I had now. When he was human, it was a different level of threat. Animals acted on instincts. They weren’t evil. They were just hunting because they had to survive and provide for their young.
But when the burning look was in a man’s eyes, it wasn’t because he was trying to survive. He
