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The only reason Adam knows about the state of things around this area of Detroit is because it's escalated, whatever it is, to the point where Ian is even afraid to get in his car and drive down to him to run his errands for him.
When this whole werewolf thing clears up, man. I mean, they don't really exist, do they? Werewolves? I mean, seriously?
Adam has never heard of one in the flesh before, but he didn't have the heart to tell Ian, at the time, that -- well, if he was a vampire, there wasn't a whole lot of reason why werewolves, as well, shouldn't be more than horror myth.
Though he has to admit, these rumors of a werewolf stalking the streets of Detroit are maybe a little ridiculous.
Even so, though, Adam is never one to distrust his instincts. And when he hears loud clanging, rustling outside of his house -- too loud for the common skunk or raccoon -- his first motion is to pick up the pistol resting on the small shelf next to his sofa. Advancing in cautious steps, he descends the stairs and slowly pushes open his front door with a faint creak. Keen eyes scan the street before his house and, seeing nothing, he takes a couple measured steps beyond his threshold, watching for even the slightest movement.
