The human sheriff leaned forward, and his head tilted at Drowise. "You expect me to believe you?" he sneered. "A werewolf who just so happened to be near the scene of a murder? Give me a fucking break."
Drowise gritted his teeth, then he clenched his jaw. "I didn't kill her," he said through gritted teeth. "I was nowhere near Raya when she died."
The sheriff scoffed, his disdain was evident. "Save it. I know your kind. You're all the same. Violent, unpredictable, just waiting for an excuse to tear someone apart. You think we don't know what werewolves are capable of?"
Drowise's hands clenched into fists, he could barely contain his anger. "You're judging me based on what I am, not who I am," he snapped. "I'm innocent, and you're ignoring the real killer!"
