WIP Wednesday - Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9

Now that some of you have had an opportunity to meet Brandilynn and the gang (Netherworld:  Drop Dead Sexy released last Friday), you have a better basis to understand how things are between our dead escort and the two men vying for her affections:  Dan and Tristan.  But wait ... who's this werewolf that's grabbed her attention now?  

    He was a fine example of his breed.  His tanned face bore black markings, rimming big gold-brown eyes, accentuating strong cheekbones and outlining his slightly furred jaw.  His nose and mouth were human, but they angled out in the beginnings of a wolfish snout, and his sharp canines peeked out as he spoke.  His salt-and-pepper hair, caught back in a ponytail, hung between his shoulders.  I thought his speckled hair might be more a testament to his wolf coloring than age related.
    He was a little more muscle-bound than I prefer my men, but he was a long ways from offending my eyes.  He had the body of a comic book hero.  Rawr.  I had an urge to stroke the light, soft-looking fur that sprinkled his chiseled chest, well exposed by the leather vest he wore.  Stained, ripped jeans molded well to big thick thighs.
    I sighed.  Had I been Little Red Riding Hood confronted by this wolf, I would be begging him to eat me up.