The Fox and Wolf

3

{Collin's POV}

I hung up on Danielle, my heart beating a bit too fast. I wasn't supposed to tell her that! But it just slipped out of my mouth!

This is worse than when I accidentally growled loudly in public a while back. Though, s-she would have found out eventually...

How would Danielle r-react though?

I c-couldn't tell her t-that I-

Everything went dark...

-

I woke up on a bed and looked around. I was in the back room of a restaurant or something.

I must have hyperventilated.

A man walked in and started talking but I didn't catch what he was saying until a few moments later when he waved his hand in my face filling my nose with the smells of vegetables, chicken and human along with exhaust fumes.

"Oi! You listening?"

"Sorry. Wasn't tuned into what you were saying." I replied still a bit groggy.

"No problem mate. You fell down on the path outside and someone saw so they came over here to get some help." His accent wasn't of this place but not everyone's is now isn't that right?

"Thanks. I better be going now. Have a good day." And with that, I left the building and started walking home.

That guy in the restaurant didn't say anything about the bit of blood on my clothes from when I killed the werewolf that was after Fox.