Possessive

I'm not sure how long I had been sitting in the rotting chair when I started to hear scratching at the back door. It sounded like a wild animal ripping its way through the rotted old wood that hung poorly over the back entrance.

Then I heard long nails scrape over the old ceramic tiles that coated the shabby little kitchen area. The I caught a whiff of scent and I felt my soul begin to tingle just as my wolf sparked to life within me. Then both of us said in unison MINE.

This book takes place sometime in OUR distant future approximately the year 2230