Sebastian hated when people got too close to his little run down home hidden in the so called cursed woods. He hated trying to get people to leave even more. But for now he stayed just out of sight, watching curiously. It wasn’t often people came without some sort of big gun to kill the rumored beast of the woods. The fact that people really thought he would kills humans was absurd; he’d never been tied to a demon so that was very unlikely and even then, he’d been back in human form for only a few years. Eventually he got tired of watching and moved to make himself. “Why are you here?” he demanded. “You lost?”

“I could have seriously hurt you and all you’re worried about is whether or not my hand is burned?” Tristan demanded. “There’s a reason I don’t usually go out into the town often. Everyone is safer if I’m not around all the time.”