His low voice and menacing growl resonates within me, eliciting a new level of excitement that I am not used to. Trying to slow down and give me a moment to think, I push him back lightly and give him a glare.
"I don't have any enemies. That's ridiculous," I tell him assuredly, confident in at least this much.
My eyes watch his lips move into an amused grin before my gaze shifts to see how it softens his fierce features and highlights his savage beauty. His bestial and archaic presence bewilders me for a moment as I wonder about him. His wild nature is uninhibited, and even in human form, he is so wolf-like that it is like they are one being, rather than a human who shifts into a wolf.
In fact, his wolf seems so close to the surface that it calls to my own, even through the tenuous connection I have with it at the moment. In his presence, I easily become captive by instincts, ones I am a stranger to, adding to my disorientation in this new world I find myself in.
