Ainsley paused, every hair on his body standing straight up. Had he not been so distracted by the anemic drunk, he would have noticed her a lot sooner. He turned in the right direction, waiting, and sure enough, she appeared.
He swallowed his growl, but his whole body tensed in readiness. She was clearly much more dangerous than the cub inside. Her cub. He could smell it. His fangs were already out -- practically a constant state tonight -- and he instinctively let her see them. But what he said was, "I already told your son. I'm of no concern to you. I'm alone, and I don't want trouble."