"No. I'm just trying to figure out what exactly you are."
Julian tensed, watching with hyperawareness at the way the guy was rooting through his pack. Were there more silver bullets in that gun? He couldn't tell with the scent of gunpowder and blood in the air.
"Werewolf?"
Damn, the guy was good. But then again, he'd said as much earlier. Julian wrinkled his nose. "Not like that. Not like him. Different. Garou. I'm not cursed, and I don't lose my mind or awareness." His stance shifted a bit, ready to run if the guy raised the gun again, but he kept his hands low and obvious.
"My name's Julian Andros. I go to school here. And dude, some of these people are in serious trouble. I won't be hurt by most of what they can dish out. So you wanna fight me, or help me?"