The boy seemed to be not older than ten. What exactly was a human boy with weird hair and weird eyes doing locked up in a cell by Vampires?
"Well, well.... What do we have here?" Tyson took a cautious step towards the cell. "What is a human child doing amongst Vampires, huh?"
"Who the heck are you?!" The boy snapped, clearly pissed.
"I'm just a random person, passing by. That's all. No need to get all pissed off and rude."
"Yeah, right." The boy scoffed. "Pretend like you actually give two shits about me."
"You know, for a ten year old, you have a pretty foul mouth.
"And you know that, how?" He asked in a sarcastic manner, his brows raised up which made Tyson chuckle in amusement. "You're not a Vampire."
"No shit."
"Now, who's the one with the foul mouth?" He murmured then inhaled deeply, the scent of Tyson wafting into his nostrils. "You're a Werewolf."
