Vadim didn't expect them to agree so quickly. Pathetic really. To think they would give up their own daughter so easily. What kind of mother would do that? A stab of pain went through him. His own mother, she would fight for him, did fight for him. She died for him. Grinding his teeth together, he grinned at the human couple. "Very well, I will come visit you in five days time," he chuckled. But he sensed ill intent in the human man. Fear smelled and so did the agitation and anxiety that came with shady plans. He certainly didn't want to be played because no one played a beast. Lunging forward, he bared his claws. "But I must make sure you keep your word!" Blood gushed from his claws, tearing deep rips into flesh. He pulled back and the horse reared, streaming blood from its flanks. Now, no matter where they ran, he could follow them. The blood would lead him right to their door and beyond. Really, he felt quite happy with himself.