58 TORAK!

The foul smell from his breath brushed against Raine's face, the smell mixed with something else and it was alcohol! 

Raine was actually running into a drunk werewolf in the middle of the day. Such bad luck to encounter during a broad daylight! Moreover, apparently that floor was empty, no one was there to help her. 

She tried to push him with her free hand, but obviously her strength couldn't match him. The drunk werewolf stood very close to her, unmoved. 

"Smell… good." He slurred while burying his nose on the crook of Raine's shoulder. This disgusted Raine greatly.

Furthermore, he squeezed her bum with his free hand and roamed around her body, trying to unzip her jacket. 

Raine was more than terrified, her body was shaking uncontrollably. 

'Torak!' She screamed his name in her mind in fear. She whimpered without sound, unable to shove the monster away from her.