Barely had Jarleth begun to bandage the young werewolf's wounds when a sword plunged between them, pinning the werewolf's body to the ground through his heart. The vampire had struck the final blow, killing the creature immediately. It's crying and howling went silent as the light faded from its eyes. The vampire's large form was over top of them both now. His whole body was hard like steel, and his skin almost white. His semi-clawed hand grasped the black hilt of the sword as he withdrew it from the child's corpse. Even the air around the vampire was cold. Long, straight black hair fell forward as the red eyes tilted in Jarleth's direction. He could see the vampire's face now, and it was stoic, staring at him like an unfeeling animal. 

Mithias straightened slowly. Perhaps Jarleth was next. "I belong to no coven." He said.