Sehrab had enough, he picked up Melody by her throat and drew a pistol out of his jacket. He shifted to Lycan form, his eyes angry and upset.<br/><br/>"The way I see it," he said, practically snarling. "You stole something from me." He put the pistol to her forehead. "You don't own anything in this world. Nobody does. You take what you can and you survive, but if you want to pick on old men in the poor district of town, we're going to have a problem."<br/><br/>He released her, turning around and walking out past Sinol with little more than a glare. He got on his bike but waited a second, got off, and went back in.