Charged

Considering just how many people were in that crowded station, Bex couldn't say what it was that compelled her to look around at the precise moment she did. Instinct, perhaps, or the innate sense of being watched. In any case, as she slowly turned her head, she felt...strange. Almost as if she'd drunken too much of the special "punch" Alex liked to make for celebrations.
She felt the same heaviness she often experienced after the potent drink had made its way through her system ....
When Bex finally looked into the piercing blue eyes that were watching her from across the room, however, all lethargy seemed to cease. She was suddenly aware as she'd never been aware before, as though some previously dormant part of her was waking up for the first time.
All at once she was conscious of the fact that it had been years since she'd had a proper haircut, that the clothes she was wearing weren't even hers, that she wasn't nearly as confident as she should've been in her ability to carry out the mission. But then, as the bright blue eyes narrowed slightly and the tanned male brow puckered infinitesimally, those thoughts dissipated and all that was left was the realization of
OH, MY GOSH, HE'S WALKING RIGHT TOWARDS ME...

[NOT A WEREWOLF STORY]