Barry woke up, feeling a searing pain in his arm and throat. His vision was blurry, but it eventually focused, his arm was badly scratched, by a werewolf by the looks of it, but that was the least of his worries, Barry was craving something else, blood. He saw a boy in front of him, and without thinking twice about who it was, he quickly grabbed him and held his neck, Barry's mouth moving in closer, to the jugular, like a oasis in the desert.