He stepped closer, placing his hands on either side of me, caging me in with his body.
I tried to assess the situation. If he's just an ordinary person, he wouldn't stand a chance against me. If he wasn't though and I didn't play my cards right, I could be in trouble.
Now thing is, was he a wolf or not?
His weird cologne made it hard for me to sniff him out, so I really had no idea.
"Aw come on, I don't bite, well, not just yet. Let's have some fun, loosen up." He said licking his chapped lips. He reeked of alcohol too.
I don't know what cheap shots smell like, but if I had to guess, this would probably be it.
He leaned in the tiniest bit.
Closing the distance.
Then he smelled me.
Yes.
Smelt.
Like actually sniffing me. Now this could be a wolf thing o
