A little shudder rolls through me.
"Who are you?" I ask quietly.
I'm not really sure why, but I lick my lips as a series of images roll through my head.
I hear a clap, and my head turns in the direction of the noise, breaking the trance I was in as what feels like a bucket of ice cold water washes over my head. A harsh sense of reality comes crashing back and I am left feeling confused as hell.
I narrow my eyes and question whether he just did something to me, or if this something new and part of being a werewolf.
I don't know much about the ramifications of my recent transformation, but it is possible this is something I have not learned about yet. What I do know, however, is that the hair on the back of my neck is raised, almost as though my body is reaching towards him and trying to get as close to him as possible.
