Chapter 6 - Going DownAt the end of the two flights of stairs, we stepped into an extremely short hall, no larger than a closet. Another large werewolf, wearing a dark suit instead of military garb, stood at a door at military rest. His head was completely shaven like his clones up top. He stared straight at me and Cho. His eyes stopped me. They were silver ringed with Halogen-blue. They were so unusually chilling I had to avert my eyes. The strong musky werewolf scent wafted from him. But the underlying scents of new paint, and flooring adhesive was overpowering, and I tried to glide on those smells, instead.
Although Cho didn't look deadly, I knew he was, and would have no trouble with this guy. Yet, I was still fearful. The Were could probably scent the fear in me.
“Hi,” I said. Not s
