Michizouâs opinion on vampires was pure indifference. In most cases. This particular vampire, of course, was a large exception to his typical indifference. This bastard was someone that hurt a member of their new pack. Of their family.Â
      He didnât the fear that lingered whenever this vampireâs scent was in the air. Perhaps attempting to deal with him on his own was a bad idea-- But to pass up the opportunity when he was so close...? That in itself would be an insult.Â
       And so he had lunged, hoping for teeth to sink into his neck for a quick kill-- Only for his eyes to widen as the manâs arm was raised, blocking his attack. Sharp nails were dug into his scruff, but the pressure of his bite was never lessened. He was determined-- He could taste blood. ( He didnât like the way the blood of a vampire tasted. )
      As Touma spoke, his eyes narrowed. Even as he held on to the manâs arm, a growl could be heard from the back of his throat once more. ( Heâd be damned if he let someone lay a hand on his elder brother. )Â
      With the harsh yank, the wolf was pulled off of Toumaâs arm. Teeth were now bared, ready to snap the moment anything was within reach-- All while thrashing in an attempt to free himself from the vampireâs grip.Â