"No," he replies, giving her a critical look. "You look like you've been abandoned. This is East End Pack territory. If you're not one of them and they find you trespassing, they won't be too pleased."

He takes another step forward while her eyes are closed, sniffing the air. She doesn't smell all that pretty, to be frank. And that's not just normal werewolf stink. Why on earth was she ever carrying an axe?