Vincent's Web

"Isn't it the betrayer of the brethren? I wonder, who else could it possibly be?"

The voice brought Caleb to a stop. He began to search for where it had come from. He knew the voice, that rich timber-like bass voice, that should send fear down your spine as a werewolf, but all it has ever done is annoy Caleb. He searched frantically in all directions to locate the source of the voice.

Suddenly, a subtle movement on a fence caught his attention, and there he was."

"Vincent." He simply said looking at him with a curtailed rage.

"First-name basis now, Caleb? Why are you out here alone? Where's your mistress, your chosen one?" Huh?

Caleb glanced at him, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Vincent,' he repeated, closing the distance between them. "So you douse yourself with dust so that no one can smell you moving about or sneaking out from people's houses, especially Anya's." He added swiftly.

Closing the gap, Vincent locked his gaze on Caleb with a glare. "I doused myself because I knew I