A friendly chat

I stepped back, feeling my heart pounding. I knew I should act calmly and confidently, and that Sariel's mark was my protection, but I couldn't. Aryan was towering over me, and with his strongly built body standing this close to me, I could feel as if he could crush me with his hand if he wanted to.

"How about a drink, beautiful?" he asked, and immediately rushed towards the nearby table without waiting for my answer.

He went back carrying two glasses of prosecco and handed me a glass. I looked at the liquid suspiciously.

"There is no poison inside," he chuckled, noticing my hesitant reaction.

I figured that arguing with him certainly wouldn't be a good idea. I smiled nervously and took a sip while cautiously looking into his eyes, then immediately put the glass away. He grinned and drank his wine in two big gulps.

"Now, tell me, lovely lady… What makes you smell so delicious? " he said, alluringly deepening his voice.

"I'm a werewolf