This body was wrong. Jinn didn't know how he knew it, only that his senses were overwhelmed and he had no time to make heads or tails of what was happening for he was no longer alone.
The pounding he'd mistaken for his own frantic heartbeat had been footsteps. Those had since stopped. Their owner stood just inside the door, poised and ready.
Jinn lowered his head and growled. The man's words registered as noise, his own wolf brain unable to decode them. The air smelled of wariness, though, and dead things, and Jinn understood the concept of protecting your prey.
Flames blazing from his eyes, he paced threateningly toward the stranger. The ice rink echoed with his menacing snarl. Leave, he might have said if he still had the capacity for language.