Lyla
At that moment… I would have gladly chosen the shifters but they seemed to shrink back at the sight of Mr Dupree, their cocky expressions fading into apprehension.
The alley fell into an eerie silence as Mr Dupree's imposing figure loomed at the entrance. My eyes darted between him and the shifters, my body growing tense with surprise and wariness.
First of all, what was he doing here? Second, why were the shifters looking scared? He was a human, if anything he should be the one backing away from them. Why did it seem they were shrinking under his gaze, looking at him sheepishly?
"Why is no one answering my question?" Mr Dupree chuckled – even that sounded sinister. "Is there a problem here?"
The leader of the shifters, the one that had tried to flirt with me in the café shook his head. "None, we were just leaving," he muttered.
