You are heaving, eyes scanning the narrow opening in the alleyway. You can smell it- Silver, holy water, wooden stakes and the intent to kill. The hunters are still close, incredibly so if you can smell their weapons.

And this damn wolf pinning you to herself, keeping you flushed against her chest as her hand is hooked around your waist. Claws digging in a little too much for comfort.

The werewolf’s back is pressed into the wall, her arm steady around the small of your back, fingers digging into your skin in a silent warning. She hates this pose just as much as you do, her eyes flicker between you and the narrow view into the street.

The heavy rain, which now soaks you both, has provided temporary cover for your scent against their hounds, their senses. And now, it’s all but a matter of keeping deadly still.

Easier said than done. You feel her claws digging into you, and your eyes snap to her. Hunters’ footsteps echo nearby, she draws you closer, forcing your body against hers, you can hear the sound of her heartbeat.

“God…” She lets out a husky growl, her canines elongated and hindering her speech, she glances down at you. Hateful glare at your forced proximity and yet… Her heart beats faster whenever she looks at you. “Stop moving so damn much.”