Instinct tried to make him back away, but he stopped himself before he waded into the sea of rats. The sudden stop threw him off balance, his arms flailing for a moment trying to right himself without taking another step back. That's when he felt the strange sensation of the man's fingers on his wrist.

"And if i don't?" He asked, without any confidence. He could transform. He could shift to a coyote and be out of there before the rats could lay a creepy yellow tooth on him. But it was like the gears were stuck, gummed up out of fear.