He was tracking something dangerous, had been for a what felt like days, something smart and large but not a vampire. There wasn't anything human about the kills he was seeing. It was animalistic, completely inelegant -- it felt like wolves. Jeremy had spent the better part of a week in unfamiliar territory, setting traps and tracking one animal in particular. The hair on the back of his neck was on end, his breathing shallow as he listened and waited for something to strike. The animal he was looking for wasn't looking back, but it was familiar all the same. He had been hunting an alpha, and what he found was the beta.
Kill one, draw out the other.
Shotgun in hand, knives strapped to his person at the ready, Jeremy leveled his weapon and waited. He wasn't looking to kill it right away, getting it to turn was his priority. Human's he could deal with, he could reason with them and the need to kill them was lessened; werewolves were fair game as any vampire was. His hunter instincts flared, and he pulled the trigger, warning shot firing into a tree trunk and sending shrapnel of bark in all directions.