-Harley's POV-
"...M...mate?" I ask.
He takes a step towards me intensely staring at me.
"What... what do you mean mate?"
He takes another step and now I take a step back. He gives a small growl, not liking my reaction.
"Noah..."
Giving me another growl, he takes another step.
I want to be reasonable here and talk this out because I am a bit confused. But I know that is not going to be the case. A werewolf's instinct is to act first and though he is a Lycan, I am sure it is almost the same thing, maybe even worse.
I immediately can feel the danger and my first instinct is to run. I turn and bolt it down the road. The smart thing would have been to get on the bike but I had no time and I'm not sure if it had the keys in, don't even know how to start it.
Without thinking it twice
