Megan POV

I don’t get the opportunity to react because my upper arm is seized by the shifter in question, and I find myself face to face with a rough-looking man who is sniffing at me, almost curiously, “Who are you? You’re not one of ours.”

There is something about him that makes me almost queasy, this lust in his eyes.

I wrench my hand away from him, “I’m just passing through!”

He sniffs at me again, getting a little too close for my liking, “You don’t have the scent of a mate on you.”

I take a few steps back, “I was leaving right now. Get out of my...