Rusty Charm

This week Trifecta gave us the word Craft, as in skill in deceiving to gain an end.  My piece is a segment out of a short story I'm working on for NaNo.  The story takes place several years after the events of my One Night in Dusseldorf serials.  Any concrit you have is most welcome.  Be sure to stop by Trifecta Writing Challenge to check out other great responses to this prompt.

Just then, one of the werewolves sauntered out of the dimness.  I figured this was my chance.  I needed to use every bit craft and cunning to try to convince this guy to let me go.  Hell, I didn’t even know what they wanted me around for much less going through the effort to kidnap me like they did.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  I was very happy this pack rescued me from the Spanish Inquisition guys.  I would rather have thanked them and moved on than this.  But, nobody asked me.

“Would you help me out a second?” I tried to muster as much charm as I could.

“What?”

It appeared my charm needed some work but I plowed on anyways, “The blood from where I hit my head on the bricks is really bothering me.  Can I have a towel to clean it off with?  I’d also like to check my head to see how badly I got cut.”

“You’re head’s been checked already.  Three stitches were put in.  You’ll be fine.”

With that he wandered off back into the shadows.

“Shit.  I guess Kris was right.  I don’t pull off the sweet and innocent thing very well anymore,” even though I was talking to myself I kept my voice low.  I didn't want to attract any more attention than absolutely necessary.

Movement heading for me caught my attention.  I didn't figure that was a good thing.  Once he’d waded through enough shadows, I saw it was the same wolf I’d just been talking to.  He had a wet cloth in his hands.

“Hold still.”  He grabbed my chin and started to wipe the blood off my face.  I didn't know what to think.  

Maybe my sweet and innocent bit worked after all.  When he made to leave again I spoke up.

“What do you guys want from me?  I don’t even know who you are.”

“You don’t have to.  We know who you are.  Druid.”