You remain seated in the chair, trying to think about what to say. You have to say something—it's either that or wait for him to lose interest in Michelle and discover that you're there as well.
Finally, you clear your throat. At the sound, the intruder's massive head turns slowly around, revealing a werewolf's bright orange gaze. A chill runs through you, but you do your best to fix a confident smile on your face, refusing to show fear.
"I wonder if I could point something out to you," you say.
The werewolf's eyes narrow. He steps towards you, Michelle still dangling from his fist. You swallow, but you go on: "I feel like you're overlooking a factor in this equation," you say, doing your best to appear unconcerned even as your fingers clench the chair arms.
The gigantic figure leans down, bringing his face close to yours. His teeth, you can't help but notice, are distressingly sharp. A strand of red-tinged saliva hangs down from an incisor.
Your next words catch in your throat. The werewolf reaches out with his empty hand, black claws glinting in the lamplight….
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