"I'm a Were," he remarked simply. His hot breath steamed into my face as he said it. I wrinkled my nose, expecting the smell of rotting flesh and stale air to wash over me, but his breath was not entirely unpleasant. However, whatever surprise I felt from this realization was quickly replaced as I got a good look at his teeth - they were long, sharp, and covered in a thin sheen of saliva. I swallowed heavily.

"Hrmmpph" the Were said. His body was firmly pinning mine but thankfully not crushing; he leaned his head back slightly and wriggled his nose. Sniff, sniff. A gurgle rumbled at the back of his throat, followed by a small readjustment of his jaw. His eyes glowed eerily in the darkness, but he wasn't looking at me. Instead his gaze grazed past my shoulder, unfocused, thinking, looking somewhere deep inside his own mind.

"Uh..." His eyes snapped back to me, piercing, alert. I swallowed. "C-could you please get off me?" I pressed my fingers upwards, just a tad, trying to see how much wiggle room he left me. All I felt was fur; not matted or dirty however, but clean, soft, warm.

"Not yet." The Were said. Werewolf maybe? He certainly looked canine. "If I let you go..." He opened his mouth, parting his lips and licking his long, upper canine. "You will most certainly die."

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