If he was honest, Caleb really had very little patience at the moment. Well, that was a given - being a werewolf, he had little patience to begin with. In fact, he distinctly could recall once almost breaking a friend's hand because the boy hadn't wanted to give him the answers to their Geography homework. That was another problem with what he was: the struggle controlling his strength. When anger was a problem he had to struggle with, it did often lead to violent outbursts, and he wasn't a stranger to punching holes in the wall, whether in school or not. It did take a lot to have to explain how he could do it, and thankfully, the teachers were all naive enough to simply assume it was Caleb's boxing classes that helped him have the strength. If they got a whiff of the truth, it would be scandalous. But right now, he felt he had a legitimate reason to be angry, as he was currently in the park around dusk, and had picked up the scent of something... not human. And he knew it was that girl again. For a month now, he had been catching this scent whenever he went on his daily walks, and he knew it was one of those filthy vampires that his father had told him had recently moved into the area. There wasn't a huge rivalry among his family, and they weren't hostile to the idea of vampires. They wanted to live normally, away from any resistance towards the vampiric kind, but Caleb? He met their hopes with a snort of derision, approaching the very notion with this disgust. In his mind, the two beings were basic enemies, it was coded into their DNA, and like hell was he going to like them. He'd rather die.