Ty was so distracted by the smell of blood and the awful sights of carnage before her, she didn't realize there was someone else in the house with her. Someone living. Had she not been so distressed, and had the air not been thick with the blood of the dead, she'd have noticed him instantly, and recognized him as well, for his scent was unmistakable.
But she was too busy picking over bodies for clues as to who'd slaughtered both races to notice. Not until he was just behind her. She spun quickly, and he was already crouched, glaring at her. "What are you doing here mut?" He asked and she glanced around her, knowing what it had to look like to him. That her and the werewolves had destroyed his coven, and she was a straggler.
Tiger took a step back, putting space between them. She knew who he was. He was their King. You couldn't have an ongoing feud with the vampires without knowing their leader. He was bound to be strong. All vampires were, but as the King, he was most likely the strongest. Which was dangerous to her. She had speed and stamina, but little strength. If he managed to get ahold of her, she wouldn't be able to slip his grip.
It couldn't have been him who'd killed her pack. Especially not if he hadn't even been aware his own coven was dead. But she didn't care. She hated the vampires, and she needed someone to take her anger out on. The only other alternative was crying. And she wasn't going to let that happen. Tiger let a smirk come to her lips as she took another step back, contemplating on whether or not she should shift. "Fuck off, mosquito." She spat with a laugh, not wanting to tell him, just yet, that her pack had been destroyed.
If he wanted to fight, it was better if he thought he was at the disadvantage because he no longer had a coven, while she had a pack.