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"Your book will be safe in here," Curtis assured her. "You may return to retrieve it at any time." He wasn't bold enough to take her hand, but he did usher her towards the door and out of it, locking it safely behind him. An awkward thought occurred to him as he recalled that his company was female and jittery. He cleared his throat.

"I... prefer to store my clothing somewhere when I transform," he told her. "We could undress in the restrooms, transform there, and then bring our clothing to my office for safe-keeping," he offered.

***

"Hey. Hey, kid!"

Something was nudging him. Connor grunted irritably and whipped the blade from his boot without thinking. There was a familiar "clicking" sound and his head shot up only for a flashlight to blind him.

A cop was standing over him. Great. Connor dropped the blade and the gun and light lowered.

"Why are you sleeping here? Don't you have a room?"

Connor swore. He'd fallen asleep. He stood, raising his hands above his head.

"The mayor hired me. I'm a hunter," he grunted. "My ID is in my back pocket."

The cop nodded and stepped around him, still tense. He pushed the long, black coat aside and reached into the back pocket of Connor's black jeans. A few seconds passed before the wallet was replaced.

"Carry on, Mr. Riley. Just... be careful."

"Aye. G'night, Officer."

As the cop walked off, Connor glared up at the window where, according to his reckoning, the wolf was. With a sneer, he stomped back into the building. She was doing this on purpose.

By the time he'd re-entered the building he was moving in full stealth. He hardly made a sound as he ascended the stairs and reached the fourth floor. He crept to her door, dagger at ready. He pressed against it, listening. Deep breathing. She was asleep rather than out roaming. He tried the door. Not locked. Now he grinned and swung the door open, holding the knob so that it didn't slam against the wall and wake anyone. He shut it again, and leaped at the bed, dagger raised.

Luka smiled as she heard her door open, she was a rediculously light sleeper and all of the stealth in the world could not mask the scent of the fury that had just entered her room. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the flash of silver. Then he was on top of her. "So, you decided to come afterall." She reached up and grabbed the hand holding the dagger. "I thought as much. Well, I suppose there's not much I can do to stop you in this position." She pulled his hand toward her chest until the dagger was just over her heart. The tip pierced her skin just enough to cause a bead of blood to appear. "You, however.....have a couple of choices." She look up into his eyes, still holding his hand and the dagger in her hands. At that moment she decided he was going to be hers forever....and that she should probably learn his name.

She sighed and winced. The silver had hit her blood and she was feeling the pain. "How on earth are you going to make sure I get to God. I highly doubt that you and he are on direct speaking terms." This sentance came out a lttle haggard and she pushed up just enough to get the dagger out of her skin. "God your eyes are beautiful when you're murderous."

When she entered, Curtis held his breath. She was nicely sculpted, though small. Her fur was darker than he had imagined, and the highlights were unique and beautiful. And her eyes... he'd never seen eyes such a deep, rich brown that they were nearly black. All-in-all, she was a lovely thing. No doubt her coat allowed her to blend well into her forest surroundings in this area. Far more convenient than his snowy white fur.

***

"D-don't try to get yer sorry a** out of this by flirting!" Connor snapped. She was moving the dagger, and of course her grip was strong. Her gaze was piercing and he knew that to look away from a wolf's eyes was to submit to them. To admit their superiority. His heart-rate was increasing, his palms sweating. He struggled against her hold on his wrist.

"Babe, I got myself into this by flirting. Its what I do. Besides, I can't help it with you on top of me like this. And I'm not gonna lie, the dagger aimed at my chest is a bit of a turn on." She smiled at him. Even if he did end up killing her, at least she would die happy. Wait a second. This wasn't what she had intended. She went down to the stairwell just to scare him a little, just to let him know that she was aware him. Why the hell did he have to be so damn hot?! She started to cry. "You b*****d," she squeezed out through the tears. She took her hands off of his and gave his shoulders a huge shove.

Kat didn't want to look away too soon, she couldn't have him think of her as too weak. So she smiled and only after a few seconds more she looked at the ground. "Sounds like a plan."

She headed quickly out the door checking to make sure there were not any other students about leaving the professor behind. She made it stealthly out of the building pretty easy and waited right out the door in the shadow of a large tree.

Curtis breathed deeply once he stepped into the evening air. It was cool, but not cold. Comfortable. Crickets were singing to the moon, and he intended to join them as soon as he was able. He stalked smoothly over to where Miss Burnell was waiting.

"Come," he murmured as he looked into the trees beyond. "The forest is waiting." And then he was running, free.

***

"Are you bloody daft?" Connor wanted to know. "Are you on the rag or something? Because you're not making any bloody sense." First she was flirting, then crying, then ready to kill him, and most recently she was exchanging pleasantries and asking his name.

He was standing up fully now, looking her over and searching for a weak point. Some place or way for him to end this.