ASHLEY

I got to the restroom. I was just about turning to the ladies when I noticed a guy standing at the entrance.

"Ashley!" he called.

I stood, waiting for him to speak.

"Please I need your help," he said, softly.

I looked at him closely to see if he was someone I recognized but he wasn't.

"What do you want?" I asked, wondering if he was up to some mischief.

"I sprained my ankle. Please can you help me with my shoe? It won't fit," he said, leaning on one leg.

My wolf growled and ...