{ORION}
"You sure this is the place?"
"Looks like enough of a dump to be it."
I pause with my gaze fixed on Cyrus's engine, wrench in hand. The approaching men's comments aren't what has my wolf snarling, it's their scents. Stale sweat and unwashed bodies. One sniff and my wolf does not like the idea of these men approaching us from behind.
But I keep working.
They're human, and it's the middle of the day. If they're here to cause trouble, they'll soon learn that they've picked the wrong person to start it with.
"Hey!"
I tighten my hold on my wrench so I'm not tempted to use it on anything but this bolt. My wolf isn't interested in using the wrench. He's snarling at me to rip this sneering fool's head off.
"I'll be right with you, gentlemen," I call out as I put the wrench away before turning.
