He pushed into the room, the scent of rot overwhelming me. Great. This whole having heightened senses was getting problematic.
"Who are you?" I was proud of myself. My voice came out even. Not even accusatory. Well maybe a touch accusatory, but he did tie me up.
"Tell me, she-wolf. Why were you out taking a stroll?" He settled his large form on the floor across from me. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Because I could? It's not like I expected to be chased, knocked out, and tied up."
"Why don't you shift?" He leaned forward. His eyes were dark, but the shape was familiar. I blinked slowly. Where had I seen those eyes before?
I didn't want to tell him that I didn't know how. He seemed like the kind of man that would take advantage of that
