It took everything inside of me not to bust out laughing at the old man's statement. "I think you've been in here too long if I smell human to you," I said, lowering myself back onto my heels as the sounds of eating came from the cell in front of me.
"You're saying that you aren't?" asked the wolf, amused. "I was once an alpha. No amount of time in this cage will change the fact that I know what every species of shifter smells like."
"And yet, you have no idea what I am," I returned, still enjoying myself. There was no reason to be upset over the fact that he thought I was a human. It was the default setting of anyone who didn't give off the same scent of a predator.
"You are not a shifter," came the hissed reply of a woman. I turned around to look at the long line of closed doors behind me, but I couldn't figure out where her voice was coming from.
"You must have been in here a long time," I said softly.
