The wolf took a step closer, his eyes locked on the man, and the naked hatred on his face shocked Bjorn.
“Fucking fag.”
Bjorn rolled his eyes. So he liked dick, why did every fucking shifter in this city have a problem with that? The door finally slid all the way closed, hiding him and the panting human from the world.
“Friends of yours?” Bjorn sought eye contact without success. Instead of his breathing evening out, it became more and more frantic. The scent of paint, panic, and coffee overtook the small elevator.
“Easy, man.”
Wide, frantic eyes snapped to Bjorn’s. Yeah, definitely panic there
“Hey, slow your breathing. You got away from them, you’re safe.”
The eyes, if possible, got wider. “Bear.” He could hardly make out the word between the breaths, but when he did, he frowned. How could he know?
The light flickered and the elevator came to an abrupt stop. Bjorn groaned. They stood still between floors.
Everything went black.