A cold breeze slammed into his face as he was moving at a vampire speed

The one he owns, his hands holding tightly to that dark, unconscious thing around him

Eyes closed while behind him James was also moving fast holding Blackie

The one who scratches and bites his hands may escape from his big fists, but the other was

He grabs him, annoyance appearing on his face.

Louis stopped in front of that wooden hut surrounded by trees on all sides

James stops behind him too, throwing that cat violently on the ground while checking

His hand scratches that quickly disappear like they never existed because he's a vampire...