Some kind of werewolf police.

Selena

I stare at Kane in confusion. It takes a few seconds of eye contact with him for me to notice the little flame in his eyes. "It's the heat, isn't it?" I whisper. 

"Get. The. Fuck. Out!" Kane roars, clenching his jaw. I can see the veins on his neck bulging. 

And at that moment, I realize how fucked I am if I don't move. Just like Kane mentioned- literally and often. 

I jump out of the tub and run into the bedroom. I close the bathroom door, hoping it will buy me some time. 

I grab the shirt and sweatpants Kane dropped on the floor, get dressed, and storm out of the apartment.