"Alright, fated or not, you're not bad company," I tell her and give her a playful smile.
A growl vibrates through the room and my attention whips towards the feral sound, where I see a male grabbing a female from behind. He has fiery red hair and his eyes are flashing blue, the wolf predator lurking underneath his human form vying for control as his canines elongate.
I tense, remnants of my own experience from a werewolf's bite bringing me to a dark place before I snap back to reality. From above, I can't see the woman's face behind her curtain of blonde hair to know if she needs help, so I start to move forward and walk downstairs to the dance floor to make sure. I realize I'm too far to be of use when his sharp teeth descend on the woman's neck and bite deeply into her skin.
Oh, no. No no no.
