“Harlow, if you don’t shoot out the lock in two seconds, I’m going to use your head to break it!”
He whipped out his gun and shot the lock off. The door burst open revealing a very small reddish werewolf. The creature was crouched down in front of them, teeth bared and growling, looking moments away from attacking. Unlike the other wolves, this one’s eyes weren’t dilated or bloodshot, but they were all beast. Harlow aimed his gun without hesitation. His finger pressed down on the trigger right as Foxx grabbed his arm and jerked it upward, causing his shot to fire off into the air.
“What the fuck, Foxx?!” Harlow barked.
But Foxx didn’t reply. The vampire was holding his arm one moment and gone the next, suddenly slamming the smaller werewolf against the side of the house, pinning it by the throat.
Foxx levitated a few feet off the ground, the wolf's feet dangling as the creature clawed at the vampire’s hand, drawing blood.
“CHANGE!” the vampire roared, baring fully lengthened fangs. While the wolf didn’t change, he did stop struggling. Harlow’s eyes widened when Foxx’s pupils began to grow, an odd shine appearing over his eyes as a whole.
What…the fuck?!
When Foxx’s willpower wasn’t enough, he slipped into his bloodline powers. Mentally yanking on the bright blue thread that all the interlocking lycanthropy lines fed off of, he forcefully pulled the young teen back from his change.
The werewolf threw his head back on a howl, which ended in a human male scream, before the body that had been struggling in his hold went slack. Foxx slowly lowered himself and the naked young man to the ground. The teen was breathing heavily, eyes closed now.
He shook out his hand. Its claws had pierced the skin of his hand, but not too deeply due to the pairs of gloves he had on. It would probably be healed by tomorrow night.
Foxx turned around and came face to…chest with a very irritated human.
“What the fuck was that?” Harlow growled.
He went to brush the hair out of his eyes, but remembered he was still in his bear suit. “He hasn’t killed anyone.” Foxx shook his head, trying to get the black curl out of his eye.
“Well, fuck a duck. Are you sure?” Harlow grumbled with a huff. “What are you even doing?”
“There’s hair in my face!”
The hunter snorted. “Just wait like ten minutes and the sun will have set.”
“I can’t!” Foxx snapped. Spinning around, he stormed back inside.
Harlow followed.
“What are you, a dog?” He spun on him. “Why are you following me?!”
The human blinked and then suddenly woofed, a smirk forming on his face.
What was wrong with this man?! “You… Just go watch him!”
“Why? Will he wake up?”
“No! Now shoo, shoo!” He shooed him away. “Go watch the werewolf.”
Foxx was so going to get Harlow back for all this shit. The man may be laughing now, but he wouldn’t be. Like, what was his deal?! Had he forgotten thatHEwas the one supposed to be more prone to bad moods than Foxx?!
Shaking his head, Foxx unzipped his face shield, quickly fixed his hair, and then zipped it up again.
When he walked back out, he found Harlow standing there staring blankly.
“Interesting how you were able to force him to change back. Didn’t know such a ‘young’ vampire was capable of such an act. Not to mention the levitating,” Harlow drawled with a small smirk.
Foxx smiled and said with fake sweetness, “What can I say, I’m highly advanced for my young age. The more you know!”
The hunter sighed, face blanking. “So, he hasn’t killed anyone?” the human asked, there wasn’t even a hint of interest in his voice.
“No. I can smell a stupid amount of blood coming from the cellar, but while some of it is on him, it’s not… How to explain this…” He frowned. “It’s on him, as in, he laid on it, rather than on him because he buried his claws into someone. When you kill someone, it’s like the stench of their death permeates your skin for a little bit. And when you kill someone with your own two hands, the blood sticks to you. All of the blood on him is surface level. Nothing is sticking.”
