Hunting Time | Stiles & Z
Zarek let out a low sigh, arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the wolves, along with the couple humans that were there. He could sense their distrust in him, hell he was only there as Stiles had vouched for him. Though Zarek made his intentions clear in the past, he was only cleaning out a small problem in their town. That problem being vampires in the area. Better known as daimons to him.
When his name was mentioned, along with the vampires, he looked up, grimacing to see the damage the daimon had done to one of them. "It's best I handle the problem." That drew their attention to him, making Zarek feel uncomfortable and under scruitiny. Which he was.
"I was made, and trained to kill these things, it was my job before I was released from my contract." He explained, pushing away from the wall, towards the group.
"I'll handle the vampire, no one else has to get hurt or die." And any souls it consumed would be released, all the better.
