Yeah, apparently that hadn't been obvious. "No, I wasn't always a were," he told her. "Last summer, I was attacked on a camping trip. And I survived." God, there were so many times he wished he hadn't.
She just had to up and voice his greatest fear, didn't she? "The cage in is a small room in my basement apartment," he explained. "The door is steel and the hinges are reinforced. It locks from the outside. So if I break out of the cage, there's a good chance I can't escape the room its in." He gave her a look. "Please, I'm not an idiot. I can't even use silver plated utensils now. Besides, it would cost way too much money to even plate a cage in silver. It's made of 10 gauge steel."
The whole pack animal thing just made him shrug. "I have a pack," he said, then corrected himself. "Family. My family is my pack, I guess."
This whole conversation was giving him a headache and making him wish he'd just stayed home and watched cable or something. "Can I give you a lift someplace?" he offered. "I don't want to strand you here because I just remembered why I don't go out." Okay, that didn't sound nice and it wasn't what he meant. Colin cringed. "Sorry. I mean, I'm not good company, which is why I don't go out."