Re: Holding Pens
He was about to fall asleep when the yell made his head jerk up again. He sighed and sleepily eyed the broken door and then looked up at the man that appeared by his holding pen. He stood up, frowning only slightly at the man.
Liam could tell he wasn't a vampire, but nevertheles there was something about him, that made his hackles rise. His glance lingered on the scar of the man's face for just a moment, before he dropped it, shackled hands coiled in fists in front of him.