He could feel it, or rather, could smell it.
It's scent was prominent and unmistakable.
No doubt, Dorian was certain what it was.
Staring right at the window of the room, were a pair of burning Ambers, sharp and piercing through the darkness with a glint.
A damned soul, but with the scent of a shifter.
The air was thick with it's repulsive odour, it caused Dorian to scrunch his nose in a deadly scowl, a low menacing growl erupted from his throat as he took a step back.
A wolf, enormous and as black as the night soon replaced where he stood and with a leap, it lunged forward, it's paws dug deeply into the soft wet grass and the cold wind brushed through its fur as it lunged without hesitation towards the man who stood as still as a bounded tree to its roots.
The black wolf bared it'
