Snippet #1366623

Hope watched Clary, her expression turning slightly confused. Did she she not sense that same aura of power surrounding this harmless enough looking guy? She turned to face Dan expectantly, wondering what he'd answer.

"I brought you here because you're my responsibility, Ms. Perish," He said calmly, the faintest race of Wolvic in his voice, still enough to make Hope settle back more into her seat, cringing ever-so-slightly. Dan noticed this out of his peripherals, noting Hope's hypersensitivity to any use of Wolvic, even when it wasn't directed at her. It wasn't necessarily rare to see in pups, just unusual, and was usually grown out of once they learn to harness their wolves and use their own Wolvic. "Not only were ou bitten on my pack's territory, but I bit the wolf that bit you,"

Hope stared at Dan with wide eyes, shrinking even further into her chair, rubbing the hand that had the near-perfect bite mark on it anxiously.