C29 Rose

There stood a six-foot werewolf glaring at me; the fire in his large eyes was back. He peered

at me with his long white teeth capable of tearing down the thickest skin; his furs were dark

as midnight, and his broad head tapered to his narrow muzzle. His long ears stood up

straight, swivelling.

He looked ferocious.

Emmett wasn't kidding when he told me to take cover