I had never thought of my species as completely animal. Half human, half animal, yes, but we weren't feral. Or, so I thought.
Anton's eyes were darker than almost anything I'd ever seen before. Obsidian didn't have anything on them. His stance was predatory and the growls coming from his mouth were anything but friendly.
A-Anton, it's Delilah. I worked to keep my voice steady. You know me. I'm not going to hurt you. I-it's just the silver. It's going to be ok.
No, it was likely not going to be ok. This qualified as major shit. The door, which I assumed had been locked behind that boy, was shut and I was trapped in a room with my savage mate who likely wasn't going to live to see the end of the day.
Anton roared at me when I spoke, and, despite his transformation, he sounded more animal that any wolf I'd ever heard.