Dante could smell Zach even before the boy pushed open the door. The werewolf was unmoving, watching with stoic eyes as the human almost bumped into him. He was so short up close, barely a man at all. He couldn't see why Adrienne loved him, why she chose to be with him instead of another lycanthrope. The thought brought a sneer to his lips, and he scoffed under his breath.

"I do mind," he said with a venomous glare. How could someone like Zach be his competition? He wasn't - not really. He was sub-par from this distance, and Dante's sense of superiority skyrocketed. An alchemist was nothing compared to a lycanthrope, and Dante almost felt sorry for the boy. Adrienne was obviously not seeing things clearly, and it was his job to clear her vision.

"We need to talk," he said brusquely. Dante grabbed the collar of Zach's jacket, and dragged him to the side of the building for more privacy.