Pack
Fingers that ended in sharp claws curled around the edges, and with a groan and screech of bending metal, the door was torn off its hinges.
Dear sweet fucking lord. Dana almost wet herself in fear.
A beast stood in the doorway, literally. Taller than the doorframe, he loomed, blocking out the light but not enough that she couldn't make out certain characteristics, such as the fact that he sprouted dark hair all over and sported pronounced canines and a muzzle. A wolf-man, or so it appeared, something she'd never seen or even heard of before. The beast moved closer, ducking to pass through the doorframe, and she pegged his height at close to seven feet. The hulking wolf-man snarled at the sig