That was absolutely genuine hostility.
Dorin could be sure of it.
This was also one of the rural werewolves' survival skills.
To avoid inadvertently offending someone who couldn't be provoked, or to prevent an ambush when walking through the alleys. Werewolves were extremely sensitive to other people's hostility—
In the moment she perceived danger, Dorin's entire world turned a dull yellow in the blink of an eye.
The flow of time slowed down considerably, all stationary objects became blurry... and everything still in motion became strikingly clear and bright.
This premonition of danger was also one of the werewolves' racial traits.
...But there was also a situation.
Just like now.
Even though she sensed the crisis, still nothing appeared before Dorin. In her view, apart from the wind stirring the curtains, it seemed like nothing was moving.
Dorin covertly glanced to both sides.
As expected, not being a Transcendent, she couldn't see anything.
