Scott could feel the wolf beneath his skin, a pressure, an ache trying to get out. He wanted to run, to chase, to catch, to kill. But a plate of ribs would have to do. He grabbed one and started gnawing the meat from the bone. "Something like that, yeah. It had your scent all over it, and...here I am." He sighed, feeling a little stupid now. What would she make of all of this? Had she really known what she was signing up for, dating him?