Leilani.
"Who are you?" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself, and just as I did, the person moved— not closer to me but further away.
He took a staggering step back, his shoulders shrinking while he did so, giving the impression that he:
One, was probably afraid of me.
Or two, he was trying to ensure that I am NOT afraid of him.
But how could I not?
How could I swallow down my panic when there was a literal stranger standing before me? A stranger who smells like filth but smells… 'Lycanny.'
I know that's not a word but that's the only way I can describe the weird aura coming from him and the smell.
I hissed; "Please who are you?"
The person took another step back until he was almost standing by the door and then pulled his hoodie over his head to reveal striking blue eyes and a mane of brown hair whose tips had been dyed a Valemont shade of silver.
He wasn't familiar .
I asked; "Who are you?"
