Shane looked over at the dogs, studying them. They were massive animals, and they seemed incredibly intent on him.
Something about them made him deeply uneasy. It occurred to him as he watched them that they looked like wolves, albeit more dog like, quieter, tamer. They even smelled like wolves, if he admitted it to himself. As much as he wanted to stay staring at the doors until they opened again to let him out and away from Vlad, he found his gaze continually drawn back to the dogs.
Their twin stares were so intense that they made him bristle, strangely. They seemed like a mockery of something he couldn't identify, a facsimile, dogs with the faces of wolves that didn't have anything to back up that claim on wildness.
By the time Shane realized that his jaw was aching, it was far too late to backtrack away from that train of thought. Teeth bristled against one another inside his mouth, sharp teeth, and claws on the ends of his fingers cut holes in his pockets. He snapped his gaze up, saying nothing, staring intently at the floor number, willing it to hit one faster.