"How do you know of this place?" asked Olivia as her skin pebbled with goosebumps.
The hooded man had two swords in both his hands. He slid them inside the sheath on his back in the shape of a V. "And why can't I?" he asked, tilting his head a little as if to get a better view of her.
His voice sounded decadent, like sin wrapped in sweet dessert, like fire mixed with all her fantasies.
"Because this is my place," Olivia said, trying not to shake out of fear or whatever emotion it was that cruised through her body.
"That sounds interesting," he said and took a step forward. Olivia froze in her place when the man hauled himself up the fallen log, swung his leg around and sat astride it. "And who are you?"
Feeling offended that he didn't know the daughter of the beta of the pack, she said, "You do know who I am!" On the inside she was preparing to run at the slightest red flag she noticed, or maybe fight him.
