Somewhere between the living room and the kitchen Belladonna must have subconsciously sipped away the wine in her glass, because she had a sudden fright when Brian stood too close to her liking and filled it again.
"You know, the sooner you relax the easier it will be for you" he said stepping back and tossing the empty bottle in the trash.
"Would you relax if you found yourself inside a den of wolves?" She asked smelling the wine first, Bella hoped he didn't put some sort of knockout drug in it, she wanted to be wide awake.
"But Belladonna, you're a wolf, and you are in a den of wolves, once wolves yes, here you don't have anything to fear"
She sheepishly looked him closely, for once she wanted to believe him, his eyes as welcoming as her father's, on top of it he was handsome, smouldering in fact, that loose fitting shirt sat comfortably still exposing his scar.
