Angel's POV
The strange man walked like someone who had never needed to check if he was being followed.
Not once - not in the entire length of the cave, which was longer than it had appeared from the entrance, the darkness giving way gradually to a lesser darkness and then to the thin grey light that filtered through from wherever it was going - did he look back. He simply moved, steady and unhurried, and I quietly followed behind him.
I thought about running.
I examined the option from every angle available to me - the dark cave, my complete unfamiliarity with its geography, the man in front of me who had been a wolf twelve minutes ago and would presumably be one again in whatever number of seconds it took - and I put the option down.
Not yet.
I kept walking.
