Simon
I had come off my early morning patrol and it was around midday. I'd been feeling restless for a while now; my wolf, Syn, had been the same, whining that he wanted to go back to the pack house. Maybe he was just hungry because I knew I was starving. The pack house dining room was pretty quiet, but I spotted Harvey just sitting down with a stack of sandwiches. Moving silently behind him I was about to reach over and steal one when he reached back grabbing my hand, slamming my body onto the table with my arm pinned behind my back.
"Nice try, slick. But you try stealing my food again and you'll be beating it with your left hand in the shower next time" he spoke confidently.
"Damnit, what gave me away?"
"I mean, your scent for one, plus your heartbeat" he replied as he released me.
