Zaccar nodded at Clara."See you around then and also, I think werewolf is the better trade off, at least I can still walk around in the daylight," he chuckled taking the last drink from his bottle, which was by now empty. He planned to perhaps sit there for a slight while longer then head out, enjoy the last few hours he had before the night came and he would be confined within a small room to keep the beast from killing.

"Sure the strength, senses, and endurance are nice but its the rage that makes me wish I was human once more," he said to himself quietly once Clara was gone. He didn't mind the bonus's he got for being a werewolf but it was the anger of the beast, the fear of loosing control of it and killing a person which made him not enjoy what he was. His body might of healed from the attack that made him what he was, but he had the scars to show what a creature like him could do to a person and the images of his friend's bodies scattered on the ground before he was found, near dead. He always wondered why he survived that night eleven years ago, why he hadn't been ripped apart like his friends. Questions that never could be truly answered. He was what he was now and had to live with it.

By that time hell broke loose. The shattering of spells and then a guy's head exploded as the guy who had entered earlier who Zaccar had noticed to be a new face to him announced his presence. He stood up on instinct with a growl in his throat and his eyes shifting from there normal blue to yellow before he could come back into control, though the growl still was in his throat. He had to be wary though the Moon was what forced the change, there was a slight chance he could change earlier in the day if he didn't maintain control. It had happened before once or twice before he knew about the Abandoned Bar and he didn't want that type of carnage here. The wolf within wanted to attack but knew to be wary as well listening to this guys speech on so called cleansing the world of every day people so they could walk in the light willingly.

"Why the hell would would join a psychopath who just decide to kill an innocent man and talks about genocide. I don't give a damn what you think about humanity. They have as much right of life as we do not instant death because you will it so," He growled through clenched teeth, forcing control over the beast. He wanted to do something but remained still, partially because this guy had just blew someone's head off so he couldn't just out right attack him or he would suffer the same fate perhaps, and partially because he was fighting internally with his wolf over the control of his body and not shifting at that moment. Yet he also knew he had to try something, he was a damn cop for Pete-sake and this guy had just commit murder right in the bar. If he could call back up he would of but again the guy had them all in full view and trying to explain why a guy's brain was all over the bar would be tough to explain, not many people carried guns here and fewer with firepower that could explode an entire persons head. Yet if he moved it would break his concentration of the fight he was bound with internally, both wanting control. If he move the wolf would win and the change would happen whether he wanted it to or not. He could feel it coming if he moved. His skin felt like it would rip open at any moment revealing the monster that usually lied dormant in him.