The smell of him? And a hit? Clark hadn't hit anyone since he'd been abducted.
No, that wasn't true. He'd hit a wolf. Potentially a werewolf, though his brain still rebelled at the idea. Ironic that the man from a planet that most people had never heard of had a hard time accepting something magical. He blinked and stared at Evan, leaning in and lowering her voice.
"You're not-you couldn't be? That wolf was you?"
His eyes searched the man's face for some indication that his guess was correct.