August wasn’t exactly new to Mystic Falls. He had been there for a couple months and had witnessed the same number of full moons. Nothing had happened that would forewarn him to be on alert. He faced the night as he would any other night.
The howl of wolves, many wolves, came too close for comfort for the older heretic. He wasn’t afraid but there was a reason to the lore about vampires and werewolves being enemies. A bite from a wolf was fatal for a vampire. He heard rumors that heretics could siphon the magical properties of the venom but he had never wanted to put that theory to practice.
An early night was in the cards for him it seemed then. He had started for his home when from between two buildings lunged one of the wolves he’d heard. He reacted as soon as its teeth met with his flesh. Throwing it off of him, not with vampire strength but magic that launched the beast quite a distance away. His had lifted to hold his shoulder where the wolf had bitten.
He was slower to react when a second came from the same area. A second wolf bite, this time to his leg. He closed his fist to have both wolves writhing in pain as he sped off. Collapsing not a block away onto the steps of building. @ofrcnnie
