It’s dangerous out here all alone. Angelus knows that better than anyone.

You never know what lurks in the dark. Admittedly, he doesn’t either. A hunter hesitating to kill someone like you, a beast who could take human form, it’s blasphemous.

He’s never seen such a wolf, such a beautiful creature gazing at him so closely.

It’s in his blood to put an arrow through your chest, to make his ancestors proud. He hesitates, and then he just can’t do it.

"Consider yourself lucky, wolf."