Victoria's POV
My gut was telling me I could trust the man standing in front of me, yet my mind was instructing me to run. I am new to this werewolf thing, and I don't know what I should do, and I am afraid if he had seen me devoured my meal for the day, and I am just thankful, I have already eaten, or else I could have attacked him already.
He looked intrigued, and the smile that I saw on his face was very comforting that I wanted to be in his arms. I could tell he was older than my father, and what fascinated me was he was wearing a suit early morning inside the forest, and I wondered if he could be Oliver's friend and if he was living on the other side of the mountain.
"Hello, my dear, how are you this morning?" He asked, and even his voice was soothing to my ears.
"Who are you?" I asked him with apprehension in my voice.
