Vincent felt his nostrils flare, a new scent came from the woman beside him, pleasant and inviting. Instead of reacting to it as he should have, he was confused even further. He did the only thing he thought he could in his situation, breath and calm himself. His eyes glanced up at the wolf, he rose to his feet and ignored the stakes of pain he felt, appearing as tall as his broad form allowed. In his bloody, bruised and nude form he glared at the wolf.<br/>"Be gone, or I will rip you apart as I did the creatures I found the night before!"<br/>He sneered, the hostility was unlike him, something else was making him say that. His clear hazel eyes bubbled over a light pigmentation of red, slowly changing to the eyes of the creature that shared his human shell. The words were louder and rougher than his voice typically was. His chest was heaving once more, his body shifting into a fighting stance he studied long ago. Vincent did not know how to shift but he felt his muscles tear and his bones become dense, vitality began to pump into him and trickle down his forehead as the laceration reopened.<br/><br/>Words grabbed his attention once more,<strong><em> pack</em></strong>, that word was a term animals were grouped into! She was one of them, the woman who was suppose to help him were one of those creatures?He looked at the freshly arrive bloodied man, in compassion Vincent was bloodier than him. (Even if it was his own blood)<br/>"You stand down, I'll rip you apart like I did those nazis!"<br/>A growl came from his throat as he snarled clenched teeth. He kept glaring between the wolf and the man, not sure what to do next.<br/><em>Fuck you Route 101, Fuck you! </em><br/>