"Doesn’t matter, you’re still not going to tell anyone about what you saw," he growled, taking a small step towards the other man. At the mention that there didn’t seem to be any dead animals around, his eyes rolled, "I’ve just finished burying it. What type of animals I kill is none of your business."
Will stood his ground when the other man growled and moved towards him. His eyes narrowed and he squared his shoulders. He may not be an alpha or hell even a beta when it came to his life as a werewolf, but he knew this stranger wasn't someone who could push him around either. Not that he would have anyway. "First off, what incentive do I have not to say anything about a creepy guy in the woods at night? Secondly, why would you bury an animal you killed? Because if you killed it just because that's fucked up."












