Vincent had stumbled into town only to find the people afraid of him, some had even run. What the hell? Why? Why would ordinary Beacon Hills townspeople run from him? What had Peter done? After that he’d tried his best to cover his face while walking around - it was cold anyway, a scarf wouldn’t exactly draw attention to him. But now he was beginning to regret it; chased through the woods by someone he didn’t know (a wolf, though?), he’d found himself facing a wall.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Hands up to defend himself. “I’m not a danger! I swear!”