(Caspien)
We pulled up before the dust fully settled from the car before us, and I hoped it was one of ours. Griffen pulled the woman out; she was definitely different again. Her hair was longer, shinier, and her face seemed tighter.
Being around her unnerved me. She smelled like a wolf, but I didn’t trust her. I saw how she was changing, moving within her skin, and I didn’t know what else she could have faked. Silver seemed to contain her though, seemed to.
“This way.” I nodded to the treeline as our car pulled away.
“Make a move, and you die,” Griffen told the woman who glared at him. I did respect it, but the more she moved, the deeper the knife dug in. I gave Griffen a glare, and he pulled the knife back a bit. I didn’t want her fresh blood, her scent, spilled before we needed it
