Dresden howled once more, rushing through the woods. He could smell his prey fleeing. The fear was tangible in the air, like a foul spice, filling his nose. The Pack ran, as they approached the village. However, Dresden had picked up a far more tasty scent. The scent of another vampire. A traitor. His smile grew wider, as he barked his orders, and the horde rushed from the trees, running on all fours like hounds, and moved around the vampire and the woman, moving on, not even giving them a single scratch. One vampire didn't control his bloodlust and made a lunge for the traitor, but one of his more sensible freinds dragged him back into order. As the vampire hordes moved around, Dresden moved towards the couple, growling in anticipation. 
"The traitor. How good of you to prepare yourself for me. When you left to join these humans, you disgraced us all." Dresden doesn't waste any more time with banter, moving towards the vampire, blade drawn. He ignored the woman. She wasn't a threat. And he didn't want to kill her NEARLY as much. This would be a kill that would be told of for years to come. Hopefully, it would also instill some sense into the more rebellious youngsters,