[@SkeletonShadow]
There was no two ways about, Clay was on edge. This place, these lycans, the nearing full moon, the sleepless nights and endless nightmares... He was ready to snap. 

Firstly a faint smell reached his nostrils reawakening anxiety, a creek in the floor aroused his attention and then the sudden blur of shadows threw him into survival mode!

In an instant he shot up, sitting upright in the bed his arm furiously comes whipping around towards Willow. When it suddenly comes to a halt before her, there is a loud 'click' as he thumbs back the metallic hammer of a large black steel 'smith and wesson' .44 magnum revolver aimed straight at her head.

The scent of alchemical silver even noticeable to his own broken sense of smell. 
"What are you doing in here?" He growls furiously. His eyes darting around the rest of the room as he tries to blink the sleep away.