Dealing in the Matters of the Wolves

The House

"What do you need?" He asked, and I could hear that slightly powerful tone to his voice he tried to hide.
"I need to stay a while."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you here. Meet me later. What time? As you can see, I'm free all day. And tomorrow. And just about forever until I get situated."
"Why wait? I have a car about two blocks away let's talk at my place." I didn't know why, but I trusted Mason. If it came down to it, I think I would've trusted him with my life.
I followed him to his car and got in the passenger side. I buckled up and prepared for a round of nonstop questions. All I got was small talk. I could tell when he said "Let's talk at my place" He meant it. Not on the way there, but actually there. Okay. I can do this.
We got inside and his house smelled strongly of meat, even from the car. Of course it would smell like meat, he probably has wolves here a lot. We walked in the door and the smell wafted it's way out the door. I felt my normally pale blue eyes go gold.
"When was the last time you ate?" Mason asked when he looked at my eyes.
"Last night. With my pack."
"How long before we met did you change into this form?"
"Not long at all."
He looked at the werewolf at the stove. "Hey, Mikey, get the girl a steak and call me when its done." The wolf at the stove nodded and got started. Mason led me up the stairs in the corner.
"You know," I said as we climbed the stairs, "you don't need to fuss over me. I can take care of-" He cut me off.
"Yes, I do. I will not tolerate hungry werewolves in my territory. Until further notice, you are under my care. Got it?" He stopped abruptly, looking me dead in the eyes. In his amazing blue eyes, I saw his wolf. Calm and powerful. An amazing mix of golden and red fur, with golden blue eyes.
"Yes," I found myself saying. For a moment, just a split second, I could smell him behind the wolf scent. It was gone before I could be really sure it was there.