Tom worked hard to control himself.  He did not know who this man was, but he didn't smell right.  He managed to unclench his hands, but the girl's wound distacted him, since he could smell it as well.  It wa just to close to the full moon and hre knew that his control had been slipping recently, ever since Evelyn's death.  He had thought a little bed and breakfast would be just the place to regain his equilibrium, but that might not be the case.<br/><br/>"He smells..... wrong."  He could hear how low and gravely his voice was and fought to maintain control.  His human side was winning, but the beast wasn't happy with that.<br/><br/>He could see Miss Edna to one side, looking a bit dazed.  He didn't blame her.  He just hoped that this would all pass without him having to run for the hills.