17

I freeze at his words. My fingers, my legs, my breath. Even my heart stopped beating. There’s no way he saw me, he is facing away from me, yeah, he’s probably talking to someone else.

“I can smell you; you know.” I can hear the amusement in his voice.

Shit.

Well, that changes things.

Thinking of my options, should I turn around and go back to the party, or play it off, like I just stumbled upon him while taking a walk?

“I wouldn’t be much of a predator if I don’t notice when I’m being followed” his voice comes again.

I grimaced, clenching my eyes. Right.

So, he knew I was following him. I scratch my scalp, embarrassed at being caught.

Smoothing down the material of my sweater I come out of my hiding place.

“I was trying to be quiet "I admit.

“I’ll teach you to hunt prey another time” his back is still turned to me, “Though you shouldn’t stalk prey more dominant than you are, or you might find yourself caught in a snare”

I stop a few paces beside him where he’s leaning on the