It is in pure shock that I look over to the man that I called a friend, that I now believe of being a ruthless killer that just ended the lives of his entire family and his friends, the people that counted on him for his protection.
But as we find ourselves staring off at a battle of words, there is a scent so unmistakable that not one of our senses misses the brisk breeze that carries it through the air.
With only but one nod, he looks at me, then just as soon as this man stood next to me, he morphs into his true form in a spectacular display of something so raw and pure to earth. His silver coat and claws sharper than any Vampire would ever see. Majestic and beautiful. But there is one thing that does not make him a beautiful creature to admire, that is the hint of a ruthless beast that is held within his eyes.
With a deep howl from the depths of his chest, in less than a wink of a second, he is gone.
