I was shocked as I fell into the room. Was that the faint smell of whiskey on their breath. The person behind me pushed me to the bed forcing me to sit. "I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm. I am just passing through. I am so sorry, please don't hurt me."
I finally got a glimpse of my captor. Seriously, was everyone a model in this town? He was wearing dark jeans and a black hoodie. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, almost as if he had been crying. That seemed odd to me this man that had obviously been crying and drinking was confronting me just for being here? What in the world was going on.
"I think it would be best if you just go on and get out of here tonight. Our pack wants nothing to do with rogue witches and the trouble they bring." His anger had seemed to taper off but his expression was still quite serious.
