Haunted Wood Teacher Teacher [m]

He knew that scent. Perhaps it was the trauma of what Abaddon had done or the sudden memory of the forgotten desire that had been toyed with that day but Valour rushed toward the borders his fur spiked up along his spine, lips curled over sharp fangs as he made himself stand at his straightest. He wasn't some little kid anymore! He'd show that smirking bastard he couldn't just go around sucking on kid's necks. 
The sight of the pale man brought an entirely different scenario and he hid a shiver silver eyes rising from a pause at the man's throat, desiring to sink his teeth in like had been done to him and growling a cold "Your dad's dead dude. What do you want?"