James noticed from the corner of his eye silver veins almost protruding from Jesse's skin. They seemed to grow up his arm, when James looked at him, Jesse shoved his hand into his pocket. James raised an eyebrow. "Okay. I'm a werewolf. I know. But, what was that? In all my years I have never seen that before." He almost growled. The wolf inside him got progressively more scared with every movement the vampire made. He was never really a fighter. He was a scout. With a nickname like "Gay Jay," do you think he would have been a good fighter?